Sun May 17 04:56:34 PM MDT 2026 Missing Dad I am missing my dad so much today. I don’t know how I can get through this life without thinking about him everyday of my life. I don’t know what to do about it. I mean I’m here, he’s not. He’s dead. There are so many emotions that come flooding in from time to time and I can’t seem to deal with any of them. It would be nice not to worry about anything anymore. I worry about the life after this one the most. What’s going to happen when we all die? Who will be there waiting on the other side for us? I hope my dad finds me. I hope he hasn’t forgotten about me. There are things in this life that don’t always make sense . I think living and dying are some of those things. It would be nice to be able to really understand what’s going on and figure it all out day by day, minute by minute. I don’t know if there’s an option for that though. Life seems to get in the way at times. It’s rather annoying. I don’t want it to be in the way of anything t...
Sock tiptoed out the door and quietly shut it behind her. Being a sock puppet was never an easy task, always having to go wherever the wind flung her about. Today was a little different, she had managed to find a way to use her arms to tiptoe around, quietly of course for she was a sock.
As she tiptoed down the front walkway, she saw the mailman... sock loved the mailman, it was a secret crush that she never dare tell anyone about. She remembered the first day that she saw him delivering mail... of course it was the same day that she had been shoved in a box and sent to New York... but that's another story for another time.
Sock had hoped she would see her original mail man someday... but was never certain when that day would be.
Making her way to the mailbox, Sock peered inside to find it full of letters. Taking one out with her mouth, she looked it over... it was addressed to Santa...
Oh no! She thought. They're sending the letters to the wrong address! Sock looked around, she was certain it wasn't the north pole... at least as far as she could tell it wasn't the north pole. Hopping down from the mailbox, she started to follow the mail truck wondering if she would ever catch up with it...
As she tiptoed down the front walkway, she saw the mailman... sock loved the mailman, it was a secret crush that she never dare tell anyone about. She remembered the first day that she saw him delivering mail... of course it was the same day that she had been shoved in a box and sent to New York... but that's another story for another time.
Sock had hoped she would see her original mail man someday... but was never certain when that day would be.
Making her way to the mailbox, Sock peered inside to find it full of letters. Taking one out with her mouth, she looked it over... it was addressed to Santa...
Oh no! She thought. They're sending the letters to the wrong address! Sock looked around, she was certain it wasn't the north pole... at least as far as she could tell it wasn't the north pole. Hopping down from the mailbox, she started to follow the mail truck wondering if she would ever catch up with it...
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