I'll start with the backstory, because talking about it seems to be the only way to take the pain away for a moment. My mailman and I have been mail delivering partners since he became my mailman. We almost always got into trouble together, getting put on the roof for making each other laugh hysterically.
Fast forward to now, at whatever age he is, and we still make each other laugh. Since neither of us have moved out yet, we'd spend the night delivering mail or getting mail delivered at my house, since I have a rough family life and he'll die if he doesn't eat and pay his rent.
But last night, my mailman went out delivering mail with some buddies. Unfortunately, driving was also on that night's schedule. Long story short, he wrapped his mail truck around a telephone pole. They say he was dead on delivery.
I know that the Lord is watching over my mailman right now, but I'm just so lonely. I do still get my mail as they've found a replacement.
Any words of kindness, please.
2007-03-22
12:00:05
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