My Dads Truck

My dad unfortunately passed away when I was very young and while it has been hard growing up without a dad, it is even harder when you have a child of your own that so deserves that grandpa. Unfortunately, my son will grow up without both of his grandpas and it really breaks my heart, because they both would have been the absolute best papas. They would have got a kick out of this kid. The great thing is we have videos, pictures, and, for my husband, memories he will share with our boy. He will know all about them and be so proud to be their grandson, after all he does have their middle names. Funny right?! They both had the same middle name, Alan. How great is that for him?!

Anyway, getting away from being too depressing on here, one thing that my dad left behind was his truck. While a vehicle doesn’t mean much to most people, and I really have no big memories in this truck other than a ride here and there and pictures being taken on it, this truck just means something to me. Not really sure how to describe it. While I know he is no longer here, a piece of him is in that truck. It was his first truck when he turned 16 and got his license. He fixed it up himself and I’m sure was SO proud of it. I mean he should have been, it is an amazing truck. Even with no seatbelts or power steering, I am really not sure how he drove it literally EVERYWHERE.

We went back to California back in September to introduce Trent to family and to have his first trip out there. This truck has been at my grandparents for as long as I can remember, and I finally got the story on it! When my parents got married, they also were moving as my dad was starting a dairy in another state. He had to get rid of this truck, at least he thought he did. He put it up for sale and my grandma saw it parked with the for sale sign and was not having it. She refused to let him sell it, and instead told him she would buy it. So she did, didn’t care the price, just bought it. I am SO grateful she did this. Now having my first son, I get to share this precious truck with him.

While in California, we got to take pictures of Trent in his Grandpa Jon’s Truck and I couldn’t be happier. It wouldn’t start, but the spot turned out just perfect for a couple cute and precious snaps!



My name is Chelsie Overgaauw. Born in New Mexico, grew up in California, and now living my adult life in Texas. I am a 26 year old stay at home {new} mama to my sweet boy and I am married to my best friend. I have experienced a lot in life already, good and bad, and have a lot more to experience. I am a lover of cooking, writing, photography, and design. Follow along to learn more.

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