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	<title>Comments on: The meaning of flowers</title>
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	<description>Parenting, Health, Wellness &#38; Family</description>
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		<title>By: sarah</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/03/19/healing-through-journaling/#comment-194778</link>
		<dc:creator>sarah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 03:32:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>before I even started to read the rest of your blog, I was already crying when i read your profile. I am an expecting my first baby and despite the fact that i didnt want this to happen in the first place, i can never imagine losing her now..

i remember not feeling her move for a few days and i was so worried. I know no matter how much i try to emphatize with you or try to imagine your hurt, I can never feel it enough to feel the same pain you went through. I admire you for surviving through all of it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>before I even started to read the rest of your blog, I was already crying when i read your profile. I am an expecting my first baby and despite the fact that i didnt want this to happen in the first place, i can never imagine losing her now..</p>
<p>i remember not feeling her move for a few days and i was so worried. I know no matter how much i try to emphatize with you or try to imagine your hurt, I can never feel it enough to feel the same pain you went through. I admire you for surviving through all of it.</p>
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		<title>By: noemi</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/03/19/healing-through-journaling/#comment-118</link>
		<dc:creator>noemi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 15:42:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My father died of stroke too and I never really thought much about his loss until certain triggers hit me. Like Christmas or my birthday. I think of dad who was always there for me. I miss him so much. But unlike the death of my son, I was prepared for dad's death...he was sick for 10 years.  I miss my loved ones.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My father died of stroke too and I never really thought much about his loss until certain triggers hit me. Like Christmas or my birthday. I think of dad who was always there for me. I miss him so much. But unlike the death of my son, I was prepared for dad&#8217;s death&#8230;he was sick for 10 years.  I miss my loved ones.</p>
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		<title>By: niceheart</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/03/19/healing-through-journaling/#comment-117</link>
		<dc:creator>niceheart</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2006 14:32:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My father had a stroke and was paralyzed in early 1991.  Years of smoking and heavy drinking took a toll on his body.  He was 53.  I came home to visit him.  Two months after the stroke, he died.  I wasn't there by his side, as I have gone back here in Canada.  I don't think that I really grieved at that time.  I was sad of course.

It was in 2002 when I started a family website that I wrote about him.  I remembering sobbing while I was writing that piece.  All my emotions about my childhood and painful past brought about his drinking problem came back and I sobbed just like a baby.  I think that was the start of my grieving process.  11 years after he died.  I still continue to write or journal about him but I don't sob anymore.  Well, sometimes, once in a while, I still get choked up.  But journalling definitely helped.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My father had a stroke and was paralyzed in early 1991.  Years of smoking and heavy drinking took a toll on his body.  He was 53.  I came home to visit him.  Two months after the stroke, he died.  I wasn&#8217;t there by his side, as I have gone back here in Canada.  I don&#8217;t think that I really grieved at that time.  I was sad of course.</p>
<p>It was in 2002 when I started a family website that I wrote about him.  I remembering sobbing while I was writing that piece.  All my emotions about my childhood and painful past brought about his drinking problem came back and I sobbed just like a baby.  I think that was the start of my grieving process.  11 years after he died.  I still continue to write or journal about him but I don&#8217;t sob anymore.  Well, sometimes, once in a while, I still get choked up.  But journalling definitely helped.</p>
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