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	<title>Comments on: Dreaming Of My Mother</title>
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		<title>By: Clara</title>
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		<dc:creator>Clara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 22:29:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That was a really beautiful post, thank you.  I lost my father to cancer a couple of years ago. He too was in hospice care, in the living room of the home I grew up in. I can so vividly remember helping my sister care for him. I can actually feel his arms around me as we would swap the sheets from the other side of the bed. At the time, I dreaded doing it because the reality of what was happening to him was terrifying to me.  But now, looking back, and am so thankful that every afternoon for 3 weeks, we had a nice embrace. 

I &quot;talk&quot; to my dad when I need to, and he is always there, just like your Mom. And she will always be.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That was a really beautiful post, thank you.  I lost my father to cancer a couple of years ago. He too was in hospice care, in the living room of the home I grew up in. I can so vividly remember helping my sister care for him. I can actually feel his arms around me as we would swap the sheets from the other side of the bed. At the time, I dreaded doing it because the reality of what was happening to him was terrifying to me.  But now, looking back, and am so thankful that every afternoon for 3 weeks, we had a nice embrace. </p>
<p>I &#8220;talk&#8221; to my dad when I need to, and he is always there, just like your Mom. And she will always be.</p>
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		<title>By: Heather</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 23:04:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are so blessed, my friend--such a beautiful human being in every way. She did come to you. I know it. Your piece captures so perfectly that longing for someone so loved. Be assured she is with you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are so blessed, my friend&#8211;such a beautiful human being in every way. She did come to you. I know it. Your piece captures so perfectly that longing for someone so loved. Be assured she is with you.</p>
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		<title>By: Heather B</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather B</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 22:08:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I miss her too! I am so gald that she comes to you in your dreams, although not nearly enough. I can still picture her and smell her as you describe. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I miss her too! I am so gald that she comes to you in your dreams, although not nearly enough. I can still picture her and smell her as you describe. <img src='http://angstmom.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: RITA BALDO</title>
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		<dc:creator>RITA BALDO</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 18:07:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Jenny, it&#039;s Rita! how are you?
I love your writings, I read you often!  You are so very talented! 
A big hug to you, Shane, Haley, Kiana and Adam!!! 

Rita</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Jenny, it&#8217;s Rita! how are you?<br />
I love your writings, I read you often!  You are so very talented!<br />
A big hug to you, Shane, Haley, Kiana and Adam!!! </p>
<p>Rita</p>
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