Monday's Mourning Ministry - I Drive Your Truck ~Lee Brice

Sometimes

Sometimes we need to be alone

Far from the stress and strain

We need to be with our own thoughts

To work our way through pain

We need to have some quiet time

To relax and think things through

To work out a solution

So we know what we must do

Others try to help us

But we don't like to moan

It's just sometimes better

To deal with things alone.

~John F. Connor 

Monday's Mourning Ministry

I Drive Your Truck

~Lee Brice

Merry Katherine drove a little red Ford Ranger truck that she just loved; sometimes, she and I would jump in it and go to the beach together. We had such fond memories of her in that little red truck. After she was killed (in someone else's four-wheel drive Tahoe,) we kept her truck for several years just to feel like life was a little more normal because her little red truck was in the driveway. 

It was four-wheel drive, so she would love to take her friends off-road, ideally onto a muddy field, and go in circles to spin them around and around as fast as she could. (Once she came home with the mud all over it (too tired to get it washed {to hide the evidence of her shenanigans} before coming home I guess), with the mud even all over and down into its engine.... Tommy could tell she had to replace a tire because the lug nuts on one tire were barely hanging on...) She was quite the adventurer, captain of the Climbing Team in high school, ond on the Rugby team in college if that gives you any idea... 

So, like this song, if anyone wanted to "feel" her close after her sudden death, it would be the easiest to climb into her truck and "burn up every back road in this town" ... "leaving that radio playing the same old country station where she'd left it." 

As you might imagine, this song was quite the tear jerker for me when I heard it for the first time last week....

I Drive Your Truck

~Lee Brice

89 cents in the ash tray

Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling on the floorboards

That dirty Braves cap on the dash

Dog tags hanging from the rear-view,

Old skoal can and cowboy boots and an old army shirt folded in the back

This thing burns gas like crazy, but that's alright

People got their ways of coping oh and I got mine

I drive your truck, I roll every window down

And I burn up every back road in this town

I find a field I tear it up till all the pane's a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck

I leave that radio playing same old country station where you left it

Yeah man I crank it up

And you'd probably punch my arm right now if you saw this tear rolling down on my face

Hey man I'm trying to be tough...

Momma asked me this morning if I've been by your grave

But that flag and stone ain't where I feel you anyway...

I drive your truck, I roll every window down

And I burn up every back road in this town

I find a field I tear it up till all the pane's a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck

I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said good bye

I've shook my fist and asked God why

These days when I'm missing you this much...

I drive your truck, I roll every window down

And I burn up every back road in this town

I find a field I tear it up till all the pane's a cloud of dust

Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck...

I drive your truck

I drive your truck

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind

I drive your truck

When we lose a loed one

Our world just falls apart

We think that we can't carry on

With this broken heart

Everything is different now

You're upset and you're annoyed ~

Your world it seems is shattered

There's such an awful void

There's got to be a reason

And we have to understand

God made us and at any time

He'll reach down for our hand

There might not be a warning

We won't know where or when

The only thing we're certain of 

Is we'll meet them close again.

~Author Unknown

"Sometimes" Picture, thanks to ~Healing Hugs' photos
Grief Video: http://youtu.be/yCSMCgqlc-0
Heaven Picture, thanks to ~I Miss Those Close to Me Who Are Now In Heaven As Beautiful Angels