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		By: eastiopians		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[eastiopians]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 13:22:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This is it.  My favorite thing you have ever written.  You know your mother would not want you feeling guilty over not speaking at the funeral.  We all get a free pass when dealt with such grief. We can&#039;t think clearly, we don&#039;t make the same decisions we would on a regular day.  Please forgive yuorself for that...for her.  This is beautiful and I love the analogy of London and her next adventure.  I bet she was so proud when she got to the other side and new that great things were still in store for her...and feeling proud that she had the courage to take that leap.  Your mother is one of the most amazing people who have walked this earth.  I can&#039;t imagine your grief ever going away, but you can drag it along with you too...just like she did with the elephant in the room.  And hopefully there will be more days than not when it&#039;s a light load because you feel her love more than anything.  Her love for you and her other kiddos and grandchilder was fierce.  She is surely still around...she&#039;d have it no other way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is it.  My favorite thing you have ever written.  You know your mother would not want you feeling guilty over not speaking at the funeral.  We all get a free pass when dealt with such grief. We can&#39;t think clearly, we don&#39;t make the same decisions we would on a regular day.  Please forgive yuorself for that&#8230;for her.  This is beautiful and I love the analogy of London and her next adventure.  I bet she was so proud when she got to the other side and new that great things were still in store for her&#8230;and feeling proud that she had the courage to take that leap.  Your mother is one of the most amazing people who have walked this earth.  I can&#39;t imagine your grief ever going away, but you can drag it along with you too&#8230;just like she did with the elephant in the room.  And hopefully there will be more days than not when it&#39;s a light load because you feel her love more than anything.  Her love for you and her other kiddos and grandchilder was fierce.  She is surely still around&#8230;she&#39;d have it no other way.  </p>
<p>Theresa</p>
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		By: Julie		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 04:18:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thank you for sharing your Mom with me.  Not knowing my own Mom very well since she died of cancer when I was six, I find myself always looking for &#034;mother&#034; figures.  I&#039;m usually hurt because I attach myself to women who already have their own children, and although they may love me, eventually life calls them out of my sphere.  Anyway, I never got to meet your Mama, but because of you and what you&#039;ve shared with me of her writings and herself, I feel a kindred spirit in her and as if she might have spared a hug and some motherly words for me, too.  Thank you for still grieving her so you continue to share her with the rest of us.  I am blessed because of you.  I pray that my children will feel as you do]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for sharing your Mom with me.  Not knowing my own Mom very well since she died of cancer when I was six, I find myself always looking for &quot;mother&quot; figures.  I&#39;m usually hurt because I attach myself to women who already have their own children, and although they may love me, eventually life calls them out of my sphere.  Anyway, I never got to meet your Mama, but because of you and what you&#39;ve shared with me of her writings and herself, I feel a kindred spirit in her and as if she might have spared a hug and some motherly words for me, too.  Thank you for still grieving her so you continue to share her with the rest of us.  I am blessed because of you.  I pray that my children will feel as you do</p>
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		By: Jessica		</title>
		<link>https://www.hopeandfeathertravels.com/two-years/#comment-1032</link>

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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 03:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Your mama was such a wonderful woman. Although she had five kids, she always had so much energy. Her love was not divided between you - it multiplied with each of you. Her devotion rubbed off on everything she touched - her pets, your dad, her kids, her church. She was full of smiles and kind words. An amazing lady, I was blessed to have known even a small part of her. Thank you for sharing your family with me at a time when mine was so far away. I see so much of her love in your writing and kindness.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your mama was such a wonderful woman. Although she had five kids, she always had so much energy. Her love was not divided between you &#8211; it multiplied with each of you. Her devotion rubbed off on everything she touched &#8211; her pets, your dad, her kids, her church. She was full of smiles and kind words. An amazing lady, I was blessed to have known even a small part of her. Thank you for sharing your family with me at a time when mine was so far away. I see so much of her love in your writing and kindness.</p>
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