well this mornin i woke up expecting to have fun and relax. got dressed and headed down stairs to find my dad. he tells me that my grandfather (my mother's dad) had fallen in the bathroom late last night and hit his head on the bottom door hinge. fortunately my aunts were visiting them for this week and took him to the hospital. while he was at the hospital, his blood pressure was goin down and couldn't give him any medicine. they were plannin on taking him to the okc hospital. well, he later died while my aunts and grandmother were packing for the trip. couldn't help it but tears came rolling down my face when i hugged my dad. i looked at my pickup and completely lost it. he was the one i got my pickup from. i definitely can't part with her now. i miss him so much. one of my heros. R.I.P. grandpa. i'll take good care of her. here she is when i got her. his ol' girl.
My daughter got her '64 custom cab from her grandfather before he died too, and it'll NEVER get sold either. God bless ya man, right or wrong, easy or hard, he's moved on...remember him well when you drive your truck
Prayers for you and your family. I am sure he is looking down knowing that you will take great care of the pickup and proud that it is in your hands.
Sorry for your loss my paryers are with you and your family. Drive it as much as you can......God speed
Sorry for your loss amigo. My grandpa is getting up there in age and is an old hot rodder from the 40's-50's... I dread the day... Have someone pinstripe your grandpa's name on the glove box so he's always ridin' shotgun.
Thoughts and prayers for you and your family. My favorite memories Iare of my grandad and I going to his favorite fishing spot in his rusted out 58 apache. Hmmm I haven't thought about that in years.... thank you
For the moment, I realize how lucky I am to have both of mine still with me. One taught me to turn wrenches and the other taught me to be a carpenter, which I am today. They are both in their 80s, creeping to 90 and I am on a first name basis with many people at the local hospital. I think ill give the old men a call tonight. Godspeed brother.
H3O, sorry about yours and your families loss. I know first hand how hard it is to lose loved ones, and how hard it is to try and be a tough *** and not shed a tear. Take care of that truck and he'll be with you everytime your drivin it, hang tough my brother......... Later, Billy
My prayers and thoughts are with you and your family. It makes me not want to sell my dads old '83 Ford Pickup. He completely redid it in '95 and drove it till this summer. I don't know how many miles I have rode in that truck when I was a wee one. But, I think as others said, writting his name on the glovebox door so that he will always be in there with you.
It's tough to lose grandparents you're close to. All of mine are gone now, as well as my dad. Just remember, the grief goes away and you'll move on, remembering all the good stuff.
My condolences - I know what it's like, I lost my 3 remaining grandparents within 6 weeks of one another 11 years ago, all unrelated incidents, one completely unexpected. It's very hard to lose someone, sometimes harder when you haven't had a chance to say goodbye. Be strong - do what you can to honor him, that will definitely help. Steve
I got my '29 A coupe from my uncle.. He's 70 now and has already had two heart attacks and a stroke. I let him drive my '40 sedan (he found it in a field 20 years ago) and he loved it. He's blind in one eye though so he had a lot of blind spots. I'm just glad he could enjoy it. One day he's just not going to be around.
Really sorry about your gramps...but the fond memories will be with you forever. It's been 30 years since I lost mine, and I think of something he taught me nearly every day. I'll bet you will too.
thanks you guys. that is a good idea. i think i'll paint his name on the glove box this week. he's the only grandpa i had. my other one died in 86, four years before i came around. i think i am gonna start workin on her and get her fixed up. been messin with the falcon but i think she needs her turn now. my grandpa named her Cha Cha. that's her name. appreciate all your support guys.
Sorry for your loss man. I wish my grandpa would have been around longer. He p***ed when I was 9. He is the gramps that liked to wrench. Gone at 61 or 62. Way too young.
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