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	<title>Comments on: The Void</title>
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	<description>Legendary Awesomeness from Matthew Knell... in blog format</description>
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		<title>By: azita</title>
		<link>http://www.tagsmith.org/2009/04/28/the-void/comment-page-1/#comment-308</link>
		<dc:creator>azita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 20:55:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is such a touching memorial.  I don&#039;t know you in real life so feel a little bit as if I&#039;m being presumptuous in writing and hope I&#039;m not trespassing - but really wanted to send you best wishes.  Hope you will find comfort in the fact that while you exist so does your mom and that as Meg put it you are her legacy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is such a touching memorial.  I don&#8217;t know you in real life so feel a little bit as if I&#8217;m being presumptuous in writing and hope I&#8217;m not trespassing &#8211; but really wanted to send you best wishes.  Hope you will find comfort in the fact that while you exist so does your mom and that as Meg put it you are her legacy.</p>
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		<title>By: Whitney Hess</title>
		<link>http://www.tagsmith.org/2009/04/28/the-void/comment-page-1/#comment-307</link>
		<dc:creator>Whitney Hess</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 21:54:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You&#039;re amazing. I admire your strength and fortitude and mostly your willingness to fearlessly share yourself with the world. I love you so much and I hope you know that I will always be here for you, no matter when you need me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You&#8217;re amazing. I admire your strength and fortitude and mostly your willingness to fearlessly share yourself with the world. I love you so much and I hope you know that I will always be here for you, no matter when you need me.</p>
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		<title>By: Alma</title>
		<link>http://www.tagsmith.org/2009/04/28/the-void/comment-page-1/#comment-306</link>
		<dc:creator>Alma</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 21:42:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My Mama will have been gone five years come this Christmas Eve, and I still can&#039;t really believe it.  I&#039;ve accepted it, but believing it is something harder to do.  It doesn&#039;t get better either; it just gets different.  But, I guess, that&#039;s okay.

There are so many things that I find myself thinking about--thinking about whether or not she knew about them.  Sometimes, time blurs and you wonder who you are now and if she&#039;d still like you.

I find that the anniversaries and the holidays are okay--usually--if I go somewhere where it&#039;s okay to be alone.  If I force myself to be part of something more, I tend to get sullen.  And then, there are those days when she is always there--and there&#039;s no real reason why.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My Mama will have been gone five years come this Christmas Eve, and I still can&#8217;t really believe it.  I&#8217;ve accepted it, but believing it is something harder to do.  It doesn&#8217;t get better either; it just gets different.  But, I guess, that&#8217;s okay.</p>
<p>There are so many things that I find myself thinking about&#8211;thinking about whether or not she knew about them.  Sometimes, time blurs and you wonder who you are now and if she&#8217;d still like you.</p>
<p>I find that the anniversaries and the holidays are okay&#8211;usually&#8211;if I go somewhere where it&#8217;s okay to be alone.  If I force myself to be part of something more, I tend to get sullen.  And then, there are those days when she is always there&#8211;and there&#8217;s no real reason why.</p>
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		<title>By: Meg</title>
		<link>http://www.tagsmith.org/2009/04/28/the-void/comment-page-1/#comment-305</link>
		<dc:creator>Meg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 17:19:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The thing that shines out at me from this post is the way you love her, and how much she must have known that, how clear it was to her. The little things you know and remember speak of a son who was in touch and connected with where she was at.

So few parents and kids have that kind of connection once the kids leave home, and it&#039;s meaningful to me that she engendered that kind of love in you.

That gentle, accepting, enthusiastic love is such a part of who you are -- in as much as you are hurt by the small reminders now of her passing, you exist as the biggest reminder of who she was. That&#039;s a legacy and a half.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The thing that shines out at me from this post is the way you love her, and how much she must have known that, how clear it was to her. The little things you know and remember speak of a son who was in touch and connected with where she was at.</p>
<p>So few parents and kids have that kind of connection once the kids leave home, and it&#8217;s meaningful to me that she engendered that kind of love in you.</p>
<p>That gentle, accepting, enthusiastic love is such a part of who you are &#8212; in as much as you are hurt by the small reminders now of her passing, you exist as the biggest reminder of who she was. That&#8217;s a legacy and a half.</p>
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		<title>By: Danielle</title>
		<link>http://www.tagsmith.org/2009/04/28/the-void/comment-page-1/#comment-304</link>
		<dc:creator>Danielle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 14:54:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A beautiful and moving tribute to your mom my friend. I have complete faith in saying that your mom is watching over all of us and she is very proud of you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A beautiful and moving tribute to your mom my friend. I have complete faith in saying that your mom is watching over all of us and she is very proud of you.</p>
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		<title>By: Shelley</title>
		<link>http://www.tagsmith.org/2009/04/28/the-void/comment-page-1/#comment-303</link>
		<dc:creator>Shelley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 02:30:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a loving, moving tribute. I believe she is always with you, and I believe she knows how much you love her. Thinking of you as Mother&#039;s Day approaches and always here. xo</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a loving, moving tribute. I believe she is always with you, and I believe she knows how much you love her. Thinking of you as Mother&#8217;s Day approaches and always here. xo</p>
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