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...
Peach sat at her desk with pencil in her mouth vigorously writing. As I approached her, I placed my hand on her head. "Peach, what are ya up to?"
Now, Peach was never one for talking, only biting. Turning her body, she just grinned and gestured towards her paper with the pencil. It began:
"Dear members of Congress,
My name is Peach the JellyBean. I have an urgent matter to discuss..."
I continued reading Peach's words until the end. As my mouth dropped, she continued to smile as if to say, "Pretty neat huh?" I looked back to Peach and started shaking my head.
"How many drafts is this one?" I asked.
Peach shrugged her nose, claiming she didn't know what I was talking about, but I knew better.
"Peach, you and I both know how much you LOVE paper. You like to eat it when you don't have anyone else to eat, it gets rid of your hunger. Thus, this can't be your first draft. How many times have you written this letter to Congress?"
Peach frowned and with her pencil wrote the number 5 on her paper. Spitting out the pencil, she grabbed the paper in her mouth and ate it up as quickly as possible. After a burb and a moment or two later, she sighed. Yes, she had done it again, ate that which she had worked so hard on.
I watched as she picked the pencil up in her mouth again, and started on another piece of paper. So determined that gal, I thought. Oh well, she'll figure it out some day I'm sure. Besides, I don't think Congress is ready to learn about talking JellyBeans who want to run for president.
Now, Peach was never one for talking, only biting. Turning her body, she just grinned and gestured towards her paper with the pencil. It began:
"Dear members of Congress,
My name is Peach the JellyBean. I have an urgent matter to discuss..."
I continued reading Peach's words until the end. As my mouth dropped, she continued to smile as if to say, "Pretty neat huh?" I looked back to Peach and started shaking my head.
"How many drafts is this one?" I asked.
Peach shrugged her nose, claiming she didn't know what I was talking about, but I knew better.
"Peach, you and I both know how much you LOVE paper. You like to eat it when you don't have anyone else to eat, it gets rid of your hunger. Thus, this can't be your first draft. How many times have you written this letter to Congress?"
Peach frowned and with her pencil wrote the number 5 on her paper. Spitting out the pencil, she grabbed the paper in her mouth and ate it up as quickly as possible. After a burb and a moment or two later, she sighed. Yes, she had done it again, ate that which she had worked so hard on.
I watched as she picked the pencil up in her mouth again, and started on another piece of paper. So determined that gal, I thought. Oh well, she'll figure it out some day I'm sure. Besides, I don't think Congress is ready to learn about talking JellyBeans who want to run for president.
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