<human>: Can you provide a brief rundown of the text in within 3 sentences?

When I was born my grandfather bought a brand new 78 Chevrolet pickup, it was the only thing new to this statue that I know of in his life. It was his pride and joy, when he passed on, the truck was given to me by my father and aunts as I was so close to him. It was old, beat up, had been wrecked, and I brought it back to running condition, and it has been my ugly truck that everyone made fun of, but they never understood the meaning behind it to me. 

I have always wanted to do a frame off restoration and have it be something that people looked at and thought, "what a cool truck". I wanted to see his memory and our relationship last longer. I have spent the past decade trying to figure it out but I am not a super mechanic, nor do I have a shop to do it in, nor the probably 15k or more that it would take. The truck still runs, it needs a lot of work, the body is in much worse shape than it used to be, apparently these things were prone to rusting out. 

Somehow life just seems to swallow up some hopes and dreams and this is just one of them for me. Don't get me wrong I have an okay life, just depresses me this has never been something I could have achieved. I have went to banks but they do not want to do loans for restorations and the few companies out there that do, want insane interest rates. I will spare all the boring details, I am going to be getting rid of the truck due to it just getting worse and worse with no luck of doing anything to make it better. I am really bummed to see this happen, but I guess it is time, I am grateful for having the time with "Ol'Blue" (trucks nickname) that I have had. So I guessed I fucked up, couldn't plan/appropriate/complete the dream of seeing this memory live on.
<bot>: Grandfathers pickup truck was left to me, wanted to restore it to keep his memory going, dream was buried, now the truck will be going away forever....