They Called Him Wes

Tomorrow would have been his 99th birthday.

He was born June 11, 1918 in Carrington, ND.

Version 2

His name was Wesley L. Kallberg, He went by Wes, but us five kids called him “Dad.”

He was the last of the breed of over the road salesmen, before the age of computers brought an end to there honored profession. He held on longer than most, and it was that day in October, 1986, when he was on his way to see a customer who ran a small store in another small town.

He was driving on Highway 2, and it hit. He pulled over to the side of the road by Lakota, and he died. He died where he spent most of his working life, on the road to see another customer.

I wrote this a while back, but I decided to post it again.

Words Unsaid

He died alone.
On a highway, in his car.

He pulled over,
And his heart gave out.
That’s all there was.

The news,
Slammed into my mother’s soul
Like a hammer on crystal.

She never got to say goodbye,
Or, that she loved him,

Neither did we, his children.
Children who learned about
Unconditional love from him,
And the woman who,
Never got to say goodbye,

Or, that she loved him,



About Bob Kallberg

Retired reporter. Concentrating now on recounting Joanie's 12 year battle with cancer, a battle she waged with extreme courage, determination and an indomitable spirit, that, for me, serves as an example.
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