Daddys a Trucker

Very nice poem!

 

I loved that, thank you. I just lost my Daddy in Feb. and it is so hard knowing I will never get that phone call from him saying that he is on his way home. Next time you see your Daddy give him a big hug and never ever forget to tell him how much you love him. I really miss my Daddy

 

awww made me cry and its so true I remember all the times as a little girl hearing the truck pull into the yard and running for him before he can even turn it off and get his things out jumping up and hugging him and helping him carry his bags into the house!

 

I'm missing my girls now. Great poem.

 

Great poem. My dad is a recently new truck driver and I miss him all the time when he's on the road. But he does call and talk. Sometimes he calls just to say he loves me. It's hard but it still seems like he's here maybe not physically but mentally since I talk to him everynight.

 

I'm missing my girls now. Great poem. I will be seeing them soon
While there on summer break

 

I've got two little girls 1 1/2 month old and a 1 year old. Any advice for a soon to be trucker? Daddy loves all 3 of his girls so much. How do we get by ? I'm trying to "pre trip" my emotional thoughts on this subject.

 

The hardest part about going on the road was missing the family, wife and kids. This was a new career for me and a big change for them.. All their lives daddy was always home at night. The wife and I were never apart not for a single moment of our then 19yrs of marriage. I would talk to them all the time especially at night when the kids were getting ready for bed.. It was a big change for all of us, and now that I'm home every night (local) all is well..

 

Khund, you have my prayers and sympathy on the loss of your Dad. It's one of the hardest things I have had to try to overcome, and know it probably will be for you too. I know God's grace will get us both through.

Truckers Daughter, I know exactly what you mean. I did the exact same when my Daddy came home. I was a Daddy's Girl, and though I loved my Mom, she wasn't my Daddy. When my Daddy hauled produce, he was usually only gone for the night, and would be home the next morning. He generally drove Terre Haute, IN to the Southside Water Market in Chicago 5 nights a week, with horrible pay - less than $3 an hour on average - and with great risk. But during the summer I could go with him a lot, and I loved it. The truck would just about beat you to death, and the bunks were small in the old 70's internationals, but I would still crawl up on the opposite side, and generally have his feet near my head, and my feet in his stomach. Of course, the highlight other than riding with him was always seeing the Sears Tower and John Hancock building, but I always hated the loop. I can remember when I was about 11 we were going around the loop, when a tire on the passenger side blew out on the back of the tractor. It about scared me to death, but Dad kept his cool and then barely even swerved. Of course, he had an overweight load of bananas as his company always did, and delivered them all safe and sound. And I can remember one episode on the Dan Ryan when a trailer tire came off, and bounced about 40 feet in the air before coming down, and there was a carload of guys to stop and get it in their vehicle. Of course, they had been following him since he left the water market, so it was no doubt intentional. He was so thankful that no one else was behind him, and that the tire didn't come down on anyone.

Cypher, the best advice I can give is just love them when you're home, and send post cards when you can. My Daddy started when I was too little to read, and my Mom kept them for me until I was old enough to keep them myself. All through my pre-teen years, and then teen years, and even to adulthood, he kept sending those cards. It's the little things that really do mean the most. After he passed last year, I pulled out my cards and read every one of them. Some were thanking me for visiting him at his terminal, or cooking him a meal when he came through. Some would list where he was and where he delivered and what the weather was like. And some were just to say I love you. He may have been taken away from us, but I will always have those precious pieces of him. I have 3 siblings, and he sent individual cards to each of us, taking turns because he didn't have enough time or money to do each of us every few days. And of course, don't forget to send the wife a card too. I still have all the cards my Daddy sent my Momma before she died. I know she would read and re-read them when he was gone for the 4-6 week trips. The phone calls are great, but the cards are something they can touch any time they are missing you. Good luck, and may God watch over you and your family.