When my Dad passed several years back now, I kept his old truck that he loved and gave his newer truck to my nephew. His old truck smelled like him and it was the one he drove the most. It has well over 200,000 miles on it and still runs fine. I let it sit up though because it hurt to drive it. I would go sit in it and think of him, but I couldn't drive it.
Then I realized it was ruining it to just sit there so I slowly started getting it back into shape. First I got new tires for it. Then a new battery and today, New rotors and breaks. Well when I got home from the shop, smoke was pouring off one of the back tries. I called them and they said that wasn't normal. Um, yeah, I figured that. So, I have to let it cool down and take it back tomorrow for them to look at. Once that is taken care of, I plan to drive it at least part of the time back and forth to work. It will help save mileage on my car.
Sitting in the truck makes me think of Dad, and I miss him but I feel closer to him when I'm driving it. I just hope the old thing makes it a few more years now that I've put the work into it. I like being able to climb up in it and go places.
Really, everything about the house makes me miss my parents since they lived here with me. The yard especially since they fixed it up like they wanted it. Dad built decks all over the place to sit and watch the traffic or just to talk. Once they even hooked up a TV and a fan to sit outside and drink tea while they watched gospel music under the shade tree. I have a picture of them doing that. Makes me laugh when I look at it.
I miss them. I guess I always will.
Marla Monroe
