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		<title>By: Susannah Bogart</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1542</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Susannah Bogart]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 21:05:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Linda, you GAVE him your heart!  Of course, you did!  One cannot read this without feeling that!  Never think you did not.  And remember, the human heart is so complex....so many emotions!  But YOU GAVE HIM YOUR HEART!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Linda, you GAVE him your heart!  Of course, you did!  One cannot read this without feeling that!  Never think you did not.  And remember, the human heart is so complex&#8230;.so many emotions!  But YOU GAVE HIM YOUR HEART!</p>
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		<title>By: writinggb</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1225</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 13:38:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Linda, I think I understand what you mean about how if the pain were less maybe it would mean you loved less....  Still, I know it&#039;s no picnic, the grief, the unrelenting ache.

I&#039;m sorry I&#039;ve been absent for a while, out of the country as you may have seen on my blog.  It is good to be back, though it was also so nice to be in Scandinavia, where at ever turn I saw things that made me understand my beloved grandmother better....]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Linda, I think I understand what you mean about how if the pain were less maybe it would mean you loved less&#8230;.  Still, I know it&#8217;s no picnic, the grief, the unrelenting ache.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m sorry I&#8217;ve been absent for a while, out of the country as you may have seen on my blog.  It is good to be back, though it was also so nice to be in Scandinavia, where at ever turn I saw things that made me understand my beloved grandmother better&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Valerie</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1220</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Valerie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 14:22:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Linda, tears fell as I read this, I am feeling so much of what you writing. You never forget and I always look for and see reminders of his presence. I spent this past weekend in Hot Springs Arkansas. we had reserved a room in the same motel that we had stayed at with Michael a month before his death, when we arrived there was a problem with our reservation and they moved us to another room. When I entered our new room I realized it was the same room that Michael, my husband and I had stayed in before his death. I knew because of a small amount of graffiti on the wall behind the door that Michael had joked about. As I was looking around the room remembering my sons laughter and smile I looked up above the door frame going into the bathroom only to see black greasy hand prints above the frame and I had to laugh out loud as I remembered my son coming into that room 10 months earlier and grabbing the door frame after repairing a broken drive shaft on his 67 Ford Bronco in the parking lot of the motel.
I knew then that Michael would always be with us....just not in a physical form.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Linda, tears fell as I read this, I am feeling so much of what you writing. You never forget and I always look for and see reminders of his presence. I spent this past weekend in Hot Springs Arkansas. we had reserved a room in the same motel that we had stayed at with Michael a month before his death, when we arrived there was a problem with our reservation and they moved us to another room. When I entered our new room I realized it was the same room that Michael, my husband and I had stayed in before his death. I knew because of a small amount of graffiti on the wall behind the door that Michael had joked about. As I was looking around the room remembering my sons laughter and smile I looked up above the door frame going into the bathroom only to see black greasy hand prints above the frame and I had to laugh out loud as I remembered my son coming into that room 10 months earlier and grabbing the door frame after repairing a broken drive shaft on his 67 Ford Bronco in the parking lot of the motel.<br />
I knew then that Michael would always be with us&#8230;.just not in a physical form.</p>
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		<title>By: Bob Magee</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1216</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bob Magee]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 16:27:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whoever &quot;Author&quot; is - well said, well said!  My thoughts in black and white.
These are strong words... 

Have a bright and shiny day, Linda.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Whoever &#8220;Author&#8221; is &#8211; well said, well said!  My thoughts in black and white.<br />
These are strong words&#8230; </p>
<p>Have a bright and shiny day, Linda.</p>
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		<title>By: Author</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1212</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 07:33:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Linda,

You never forget someone you love, someone who was such an important part of your life, they neve fade from your memory, or get banished into history - but they do find a still quiet part of your mind and your heart to inhabit. A place where you can think of them often, but with less pain and more joy. A place where you can recall the wonderful happy times and enjoy them - and yet not forget the sad, missing them times either - and yet be able to handle it.

There is no time frame. Each is different. As different as those that we love and lose, as different as each of us are. we cannot rush this process, we cannot make it happen, we cannot stop it hppening either. 

So time will heal - but that does not mean forgetting, or repressing, or denying, or no longer missing, or no longer feeling pain. It means remembering just as much - but from a place of calm - even if at times a calm despair.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Linda,</p>
<p>You never forget someone you love, someone who was such an important part of your life, they neve fade from your memory, or get banished into history &#8211; but they do find a still quiet part of your mind and your heart to inhabit. A place where you can think of them often, but with less pain and more joy. A place where you can recall the wonderful happy times and enjoy them &#8211; and yet not forget the sad, missing them times either &#8211; and yet be able to handle it.</p>
<p>There is no time frame. Each is different. As different as those that we love and lose, as different as each of us are. we cannot rush this process, we cannot make it happen, we cannot stop it hppening either. </p>
<p>So time will heal &#8211; but that does not mean forgetting, or repressing, or denying, or no longer missing, or no longer feeling pain. It means remembering just as much &#8211; but from a place of calm &#8211; even if at times a calm despair.</p>
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		<title>By: Kitty</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1211</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 09:19:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hugs, Linda.

I think of you often and wonder how you are doing when you don&#039;t post for a while. 

Another hug.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hugs, Linda.</p>
<p>I think of you often and wonder how you are doing when you don&#8217;t post for a while. </p>
<p>Another hug.</p>
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		<title>By: rosiesmrtiepants</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1210</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 02:15:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Linda --

I can&#039;t imagine.  Glad to see you posted.  You are in my thoughts.
One of the few times I can&#039;t think of anything to say.  

Rose]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Linda &#8211;</p>
<p>I can&#8217;t imagine.  Glad to see you posted.  You are in my thoughts.<br />
One of the few times I can&#8217;t think of anything to say.  </p>
<p>Rose</p>
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		<title>By: Roads</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1209</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Roads]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 19:05:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There&#039;s a change in me, she wrote:
Because nothing&#039;s changed in you, you see.
And once the storm of endless night has passed
Will time&#039;s ripples linger in the dawn
Of far distant coasts, as yet unseen?

From where I stand, he said: 
The grainy, wispy cusps may fade 
Below the flood an hour from view
But come the morning they&#039;ll still grace the shore
And rip across the beach anew.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There&#8217;s a change in me, she wrote:<br />
Because nothing&#8217;s changed in you, you see.<br />
And once the storm of endless night has passed<br />
Will time&#8217;s ripples linger in the dawn<br />
Of far distant coasts, as yet unseen?</p>
<p>From where I stand, he said:<br />
The grainy, wispy cusps may fade<br />
Below the flood an hour from view<br />
But come the morning they&#8217;ll still grace the shore<br />
And rip across the beach anew.</p>
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		<title>By: sandy</title>
		<link>http://mysteryoriley.com/2008/07/06/so-heres-the-thing/#comment-1208</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 06:08:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Linda , omg i so echo every word you write. pains my heart for you, for us!!!!!! I am always at your side. Miss your daily blogs but certainly understand, wish more people did! Sending big hugs to You &amp; Your family.          Lov, Sandy, Shanes mom forever]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Linda , omg i so echo every word you write. pains my heart for you, for us!!!!!! I am always at your side. Miss your daily blogs but certainly understand, wish more people did! Sending big hugs to You &amp; Your family.          Lov, Sandy, Shanes mom forever</p>
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