“Your father wanted you to have this,” she said. “He hoped it would help you understand his choices and perhaps bring you some peace.”

I opened the journal, and inside were pages filled with my father’s neat, meticulous handwriting.

It was part diary, part memoir, chronicling his life from the early days of the company to his reflections in the last few months.

As I skimmed the pages, I found entries that expressed his internal struggles, regrets, and hopes. One entry caught my eye:

“Frank may not have followed in my footsteps, but he has the courage to pursue his own dreams. I hope he finds happiness in his choices, as I have found in mine. The truck is more than a vehicle; it’s a testament to the journey we all take, with its bumps and detours. I trust him to find his own path.”