Thursday Sept. 4
Lisa wondered for a few days as to what to do with Keith's truck. She suggested, and it was agreed up on by the whole family, that the best thing would be to give the truck to Nathan. We surprised him with it on the way home from the funeral. We stopped at Lisa's and she was outside cleaning out Keith's stuff from the truck. We helped her and visited for a minute. Then Lisa handed the keys to Nathan. He took them from her. (He later said that he thought she just wanted him to hold them for a minute.) She said, "Its yours." He said, "Really, are you serious?" "Wow!" "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you" Then he was speechless for a minute as it all sank in. He teared up. It was a neat moment.
Can you just see/feel the excitement from that smile?He was so honored.
Since Nate won't be 16 for another two years and Bryan was driving our truck and trailer, I got to drive Keith's/Nate's truck to Mesquite. Before leaving, Bryan asked me if I could handle it. I replied by asking, "Physically or emotionally?" He said, "Both" I just sighed and tried not to cry.
It was so fun to watch Nathan on the way home. It was touching to see him understand how special this gift was. He wanted to know all about how it was decided. It meant a lot to him that everyone thought he deserved to have Keith's truck. I did just fine driving, too. Physically-easy/ emotionally-bearable. I just didn't allow myself to dwell on the fact that I was driving Keith's truck.
When we got home, Nathan spent all evening in the truck. Turning it on, playing with all the buttons, just sitting there, with a huge grin. Bryan helped him back it out of the drive way. At 10:00, I finally made him come in the house. Then he spent another half hour looking at a magazine that sells gadgets to fix the truck. He wants to leave it Keith's but also personalize it. So now it has S.U.U. and Bulldog stickers on the window.
