Past couple of months have been shitty to say the least, In early June I lost my father after a 3 year battle with cancer. Being 19 and the middle child I was always kind of left in the dark about his sickness and my older brother was always the one that really new the truth about everything. I really came to find out how bad the situation was when I privately spoke to him about a month before his passing and he told me that he was holding on until my youngest brothers birthday then he would be "free to go." The emptiness is well unexplainable. He started it all, he sparked the fire and paved the way for me and my family into the outdoors, I always heard of him going off road back home in Venezuela which is where I am from. But never experienced it myself. He brought it into our lives and at first it was cool and all but I didn't think about owning a truck I liked cars more back in the day. Little did I know how it would affect my life. The best memories I have with him are in the middle of nowhere just chilling. I credit to my dad everything I have now and the person I am today.
I was naturally more mechanically inclined than anyone in my family so I was always under the truck with my dad helping him in any way I could. This made our relationship very close as we essentially spoke a different language, we could spend hours speaking about anything to do with /modding the trucks. I was always excited to get truck parts because I knew id be installing them with him by my side, this is one of the things that have really messed me up mentally. the getting truck parts arriving in the mail with no one to show them to, or the moments we spent together working on either his 4runner or my taco.
Here are some pics of his 4runnner which still remains in my family and always will.