Joe Postulka, Written by Tina DiBartolo
I can remember my dad always had time for us kids. He could be dog tired from a long haul, but he would play with us kids before getting sleep. He would drive sick to get the load delivered. He taught us kids respect for the truck driver and trucks. I can remember him telling me once, “I you quite learning something new out here or loose respect for that truck you need to quite because you are an accident waiting to happen.” It is because of him that I chose to become a third generation driver. Maybe my son will make it four. I just wish he had got to see his grandson and I could know if he is proud of me and what I do. I lost my dad on January 13th, 1999 to a massive heart attack, he was driving at the time. Mom and him always joked that he would die driving that truck but it turned out not to be a joke. We thank god that when he wrecked that he took no one with him.
