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	<title>Comments on: On grief&#8230;wherein she wails and sniffs</title>
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		<title>By: Aswirly</title>
		<link>http://www.spudballoo.com/2009/07/on-grief-wherein-she-wails-and-sniffs/comment-page-1/#comment-1088</link>
		<dc:creator>Aswirly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 17:53:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You made me nearly cry here. You are very very right...Time is not a cure</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You made me nearly cry here. You are very very right&#8230;Time is not a cure</p>
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		<title>By: Eliane</title>
		<link>http://www.spudballoo.com/2009/07/on-grief-wherein-she-wails-and-sniffs/comment-page-1/#comment-1051</link>
		<dc:creator>Eliane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 09:49:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>only the good die young, sob....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>only the good die young, sob&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Brigitta</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brigitta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 06:42:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sweetie, I know exactly what you mean. My father died 31 years ago this August. And yes, you pick up your life and grow up and do all the things you&#039;re supposed to do. But you will always miss that one special person. Every special day, you&#039;ll feel that void again. It doesn&#039;t go away ever. The pain just gets less sharp.

Big hugs
Bee</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sweetie, I know exactly what you mean. My father died 31 years ago this August. And yes, you pick up your life and grow up and do all the things you&#8217;re supposed to do. But you will always miss that one special person. Every special day, you&#8217;ll feel that void again. It doesn&#8217;t go away ever. The pain just gets less sharp.</p>
<p>Big hugs<br />
Bee</p>
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		<title>By: B</title>
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		<dc:creator>B</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 06:24:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, Spud, I wish I was there to give you a hug!!! You write about your loss so honestly. What angers me is that I think people know there is no getting over it but they don&#039;t want to deal with someone else&#039;s pain, so they&#039;re glad that &quot;you are doing so well&quot;. Cyber hugs!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, Spud, I wish I was there to give you a hug!!! You write about your loss so honestly. What angers me is that I think people know there is no getting over it but they don&#8217;t want to deal with someone else&#8217;s pain, so they&#8217;re glad that &#8220;you are doing so well&#8221;. Cyber hugs!</p>
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		<title>By: Shereiner</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shereiner</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 03:58:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for writing that all out.  Reminded me of how I feel about my Grandmother.  You hit it dead-center...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for writing that all out.  Reminded me of how I feel about my Grandmother.  You hit it dead-center&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Bee</title>
		<link>http://www.spudballoo.com/2009/07/on-grief-wherein-she-wails-and-sniffs/comment-page-1/#comment-1044</link>
		<dc:creator>Bee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:09:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a sweet song -- and such a beautiful post about grief.

I think that losing one&#039;s mother must be particularly hard, because we all need to feel mothered and that space or role just can&#039;t be replaced.  (Not to devalue other losses . . . )

I&#039;m all choked up as I write this!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a sweet song &#8212; and such a beautiful post about grief.</p>
<p>I think that losing one&#8217;s mother must be particularly hard, because we all need to feel mothered and that space or role just can&#8217;t be replaced.  (Not to devalue other losses . . . )</p>
<p>I&#8217;m all choked up as I write this!</p>
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		<title>By: Deb Daley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Deb Daley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 14:46:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sent the song to my girlie at school.  She loved it too!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sent the song to my girlie at school.  She loved it too!</p>
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		<title>By: Ali</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ali</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 13:58:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh Spuddles yes I want to come over and have a snifter with you. You&#039;re so right, all of it... I&#039;ve just never been able to say it out loud. I kinda keep those emotions bottled so thank you thank you thank you for getting it out there. I still have my mother but she&#039;s riddled with Parkinson&#039;s and we don&#039;t have the same relationship we once did. Communication is hard and she can no longer travel over here (something she loved to do). I miss her like she&#039;s gone and she&#039;s still here!!!!! The last time she visited was in Jan &#039;08 and that&#039;s when my stepdad passed away right there in my guest bathroom!!! Tragic, devastating, sad, unbelievable and just plain wrong are words to describe that day. Everyday there&#039;s a tiny reminder of him here, it&#039;s harder that it happened here because I have constant images of his last days spent with us. His last Church Service was in my Church seeing the girls being Baptised, it&#039;s a comfort but I have a little hurt every Sunday when I think of him up there with his hands on them. 
So go ahead... boo hoo all you want.. it&#039;s what makes us human.  Much love..... me. x</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Spuddles yes I want to come over and have a snifter with you. You&#8217;re so right, all of it&#8230; I&#8217;ve just never been able to say it out loud. I kinda keep those emotions bottled so thank you thank you thank you for getting it out there. I still have my mother but she&#8217;s riddled with Parkinson&#8217;s and we don&#8217;t have the same relationship we once did. Communication is hard and she can no longer travel over here (something she loved to do). I miss her like she&#8217;s gone and she&#8217;s still here!!!!! The last time she visited was in Jan &#8217;08 and that&#8217;s when my stepdad passed away right there in my guest bathroom!!! Tragic, devastating, sad, unbelievable and just plain wrong are words to describe that day. Everyday there&#8217;s a tiny reminder of him here, it&#8217;s harder that it happened here because I have constant images of his last days spent with us. His last Church Service was in my Church seeing the girls being Baptised, it&#8217;s a comfort but I have a little hurt every Sunday when I think of him up there with his hands on them.<br />
So go ahead&#8230; boo hoo all you want.. it&#8217;s what makes us human.  Much love&#8230;.. me. x</p>
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		<title>By: Jeannette</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jeannette</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 13:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In times like these I wish my English was better so I could write down what my heart wants to tell you. 
Death does leave a heartache and it can´t be healed but it also comes with beautiful memories no one can take away from you. I have lost some very dear to my heart and whenever I get a pang of loss it also brings me back to the good and loving times with them. Tears and laughter are often close. 
Just want to give you a big virtual hug and yep...I heart you too! XXX</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In times like these I wish my English was better so I could write down what my heart wants to tell you.<br />
Death does leave a heartache and it can´t be healed but it also comes with beautiful memories no one can take away from you. I have lost some very dear to my heart and whenever I get a pang of loss it also brings me back to the good and loving times with them. Tears and laughter are often close.<br />
Just want to give you a big virtual hug and yep&#8230;I heart you too! XXX</p>
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		<title>By: Bryony</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bryony</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 10:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I haven&#039;t lost a parent yet but I have lost someone very very dear to me. She died in November last year and it still really hurts. I don&#039;t think I realied how much until I read your post as I haven&#039;t been thinking about it much, avoiding the issue as it were. You&#039;re very good with words spud and I will be adapting my thinking about this now x</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I haven&#8217;t lost a parent yet but I have lost someone very very dear to me. She died in November last year and it still really hurts. I don&#8217;t think I realied how much until I read your post as I haven&#8217;t been thinking about it much, avoiding the issue as it were. You&#8217;re very good with words spud and I will be adapting my thinking about this now x</p>
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