Trucker's Last Letter
Steamboat Mountain was a man killer, and
truckers who hauled the Alaska Highway
treated it with great respect.
Particularly in the winter, the road
used to curve and twist over the
mountain, and sheer cliffs dropped away
sharply from the icy road.
Countless trucks and truckers have been
lost there over the years and many
dreams were dashed upon its rocky
Many years ago on one trip up the
highway, I came upon an RCMP cruiser and
several wreckers winching the remains of
a semi up the cliff. I parked my
rig and went over to the quiet group of
truckers who were watching the wreckage
slowly come into sight.
One of the Mounties walked over to us
and spoke quietly. "I'm sorry," he
said. "The driver was dead when we
found him. He must have gone over
the side two days ago when we had a bad
snowstorm. There weren't many tracks.
It was just a fluke that we noticed the
sun shining off some chrome."
He shook his head slowly and reached
into his parka pocket. "Here,
maybe you guys should read this. I
guess he lived for a couple of hours
until the cold got to him."
My Darling Wife,
This is a
letter that no man ever wants to write,
but I'm lucky enough to have some time
to say what I've forgotten to say so
I love you,
You used to kid
me that I loved the truck more than you
because I spent more time with her.
I do love this piece of iron -- she's
been good to me. She's seen me
through touch times and tough places and
I could always count on her in a long
haul and she was speedy in the
stretches. She never let me down.
But you want to
know something? I love you for the
same reasons. You've seen me
through the tough times and places, too.
first truck? That run down "ol'
corn binder" that kept us broke all the
time but always made just enough money
to keep us eating? You went out
and got a job so that we could pay the
rent and bills. Every cent I made
went into the truck while your money
kept us in food with a roof over our
I remember that
I complained about the truck, but I
don't remember you ever complaining when
you came home tired from work and I
asked you for money to go on the road
again. If you did complain, I
guess I didn't hear you. I was too
wrapped up with my problems to think of
I think now of
all the things you gave up for me.
The clothes, the holidays, the parties,
the friends. You never complained
and somehow I never remembered to thank
you for being you.
When I sat
having coffee with the boys, I always
talked about the truck, my rig, my
payments. I guess I forgot you
were my partner even if you weren't in
the cab with me. It was your
sacrifices and determination as much as
mine that finally got the new truck.
I was so proud of that truck I was
bursting. I was proud of you, too,
but I never told you that. I took
it for granted you knew, but if I had
spent as much time talking with you as I
did polishing chrome, perhaps I would
I always knew
your prayers rode with me. But
this time they weren't enough. I'm
hurt and it's bad. I've made my
last mile and I want to say the things
that should have been said so many times
before. The things that were
forgotten because I was too concerned
about the truck and the job. I'm
thinking about the missed anniversaries
and birthdays. The school plays
and hockey games that you went to alone
because I was on the road.
I'm thinking of
the peace of mind I had knowing that you
were at home with the kids, waiting for
me. The family dinners where you
spent all your time telling your folks
why I couldn't make it -- I was busy
changing oil, I was busy looking for
parts; I was sleeping because I was
leaving early the next morning.
always a reason, but somehow they don't
seem very important right now.
When we were
married, you didn't know how to change a
light bulb. Within a couple of
years, you were fixing the furnace in a
blizzard while I was waiting for a load
in Florida. You became a pretty
good mechanic, helping me with repairs,
and I was mighty proud of you that time
you jumped into the truck and backed it
up over the rose bushes.
I was proud of
you when I pulled into the yard and saw
you sleeping in the car waiting for me.
Whether it was two in the morning or two
in the afternoon, you always looked like
a movie star to me. You're
beautiful, you know. I guess I
haven't told you that lately, but you
I made lots of
mistakes in my life, but if I only ever
made one good decision, it was then I
asked you to marry me. You never
could understand what it was that kept
me trucking. I couldn't either,
but it was my way of life and you stuck
with me. Good times, bad times,
you were always there.
I love you
sweetheart, and I love our kids.
My body hurts
but my heart hurts even more. You
won't be there when I end this trip.
For the first time since we've been
together, I'm really alone and it scares
me. I need you so badly, and I
know it's too late.
It's funny I
guess, but what I have now is the truck.
This damned truck that ruled our lives
for so long. This twisted hunk of
steel that I lived in and with for so
many years. But it can't return my
love. Only you can do that.
thousand miles away but I feel you here
with me. I can see your face and
feel your love and I'm scared to make
the final run alone.
Tell the kids
that I love them very much and don't let
them drive any truck for a living.
I guess that's
about it honey. My God, but I love
you so very much. Take care of
yourself and always remember that I
loved you more than anything in life.
I just forgot
to tell you.
I Love You,
Author Unknown -
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