When Terry’s Dad passed away, Misty (our youngest daughter) who was terribly fond of her Grandpa, was horribly sad at his passing. Terry’s Mother, recognized that terrible sadness so she gave to Misty, Jack’s pick-up.
Misty and Kelly drove it for awhile, then gradually it started sitting in the garage; Misty wanted to get it restored sometime in the future. (You know how futures go–futures are way down the road when you are retired. First comes jobs and babies, then school age children, and buying houses and other vehicles, then college educations for those kids.)
Now that Misty and Kelly have left and new renters are coming in Terry mentioned one afternoon to Jason, Shannon, and I that we (meaning he and I) were going to have to go down there and pull that old truck up here and park it in the shade of the barn.
Farm work took over, the painting of the house took over, irrigation took over…the need to pull the truck up here was sorta shoved to the background.
Every day there was something which must be done.
Then comes the day as Terry is planting the corn in the field by the house and I was mowing MY lawn, that I looked down the road by the other house and SAW the old truck making it’s way up to OUR HOUSE!
What a surprise! Quickly I headed to the field to flag Terry down, but he was planting (his back to the road, couldn’t take his eyes off or the rows would be crooked), so didn’t see me or the truck heading our way!
Finally he was at the end of the field and saw me waving to him, just then the old truck, complete with two hound dogs, was in the driveway, and headed out to the field
A large smile broke out on Terry’s face-he jumped down off the tractor and headed toward the truck. (Later he said for a second he thought it was his Dad, he could see the driver had on a cap which tricked his eyes to think “DAD”!) As a cool surprise and a little gift to Terry, Jason had got the truck running and drove it up here for Terry.
After a short ride to the canyon and back the old truck is safely parked up here, resting in the shade of the barn—-waiting patiently for that day way, way in the future.
A surprise all wrapped up in a memory!