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		<title>Comment on About by mike casella</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/about/#comment-1739</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 04:11:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Hi Mickele,

Just wanted to say hi it has been awhile since we talked last. In the last couple of weeks I finally got my site up.  Take care &amp;#38; I will talk with you soon.

Mike</description>
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<p>Just wanted to say hi it has been awhile since we talked last. In the last couple of weeks I finally got my site up.  Take care &amp; I will talk with you soon.</p>
<p>Mike
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		<title>Comment on half brain dead by Michael</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/01/10/half-brain-dead/#comment-1075</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 11:51:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/01/10/half-brain-dead/#comment-1075</guid>
					<description>My prayers are with you and your family. My father, a 7 year kidney dialysis patient with diabetis  suffered a stroke Friday and now cannot breath on his own. His eyes are shut and he cannot communicate verbally,yet  he seems to move hands from time to time.  My mother although a very strong woman is looking rather weak at this time. I told my father yesterday, (and I pray that he could hear me), that it was up to him. He could go on and leave his sufferring health behind or he could stay and fight. I told him I loved him and that either way we would be fine. The one thing I did not say and I will today, is how proud I am tobe his son. I pray he knows that.  Anyway  I am starting to ramble now. Again my prayers are with you all..God Bless,  Michael</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My prayers are with you and your family. My father, a 7 year kidney dialysis patient with diabetis  suffered a stroke Friday and now cannot breath on his own. His eyes are shut and he cannot communicate verbally,yet  he seems to move hands from time to time.  My mother although a very strong woman is looking rather weak at this time. I told my father yesterday, (and I pray that he could hear me), that it was up to him. He could go on and leave his sufferring health behind or he could stay and fight. I told him I loved him and that either way we would be fine. The one thing I did not say and I will today, is how proud I am tobe his son. I pray he knows that.  Anyway  I am starting to ramble now. Again my prayers are with you all..God Bless,  Michael
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		<title>Comment on the stranger by Chad Matteson</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/02/10/the-stranger/#comment-928</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/02/10/the-stranger/#comment-928</guid>
					<description>I just read about your Dad. I am sorry to hear about your loss. I ran into Todd Thomas yesterday on the beach and he asked if I knew what you were up to. I don't have anything very pretty to say but I know you have been a shining light in a lot of peoples lives. I wish you the best and take care. Your smile always lit up my day. 
Chad</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just read about your Dad. I am sorry to hear about your loss. I ran into Todd Thomas yesterday on the beach and he asked if I knew what you were up to. I don&#8217;t have anything very pretty to say but I know you have been a shining light in a lot of peoples lives. I wish you the best and take care. Your smile always lit up my day.<br />
Chad
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		<title>Comment on About by psvpd</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/about/#comment-798</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 12:42:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/about/#comment-798</guid>
					<description>Good site!!!</description>
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		<title>Comment on the stranger by David Barach</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/02/10/the-stranger/#comment-640</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 17:54:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/02/10/the-stranger/#comment-640</guid>
					<description>Mickele, so poingnant and clear your writing. I know this must be a hard time for you, at times. I think your father is well aware of you thses days, and is with you. In Judaism it is said that his soul is not limited now as it was before; and his essence remains very much alive and lives on. Maybe the feelings of loneliness are his visitations... I think, like you said, that stranger is now a part of you, and that 'resulting' you, that changes and grows each time you add new experiences--both the joyful and sad ones, collectively--makes you who you are. That result is a beautiful thing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mickele, so poingnant and clear your writing. I know this must be a hard time for you, at times. I think your father is well aware of you thses days, and is with you. In Judaism it is said that his soul is not limited now as it was before; and his essence remains very much alive and lives on. Maybe the feelings of loneliness are his visitations&#8230; I think, like you said, that stranger is now a part of you, and that &#8216;resulting&#8217; you, that changes and grows each time you add new experiences&#8211;both the joyful and sad ones, collectively&#8211;makes you who you are. That result is a beautiful thing!
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		<title>Comment on half brain dead by Ken</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/01/10/half-brain-dead/#comment-638</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 21:41:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/01/10/half-brain-dead/#comment-638</guid>
					<description>Mickele, What a compassionate story of your father's situation. You've probably seen this before, but I think Abe Lincoln's words are worth repeating: In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all, and often comes with bitter agony.  Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better.  But this is not true.  You are sure to be happy again.  Knowing this, truly believing it, will make you less miserable now.  I have had enough experience to make this statement.

Ken</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mickele, What a compassionate story of your father&#8217;s situation. You&#8217;ve probably seen this before, but I think Abe Lincoln&#8217;s words are worth repeating: In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all, and often comes with bitter agony.  Perfect relief is not possible, except with time. You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better.  But this is not true.  You are sure to be happy again.  Knowing this, truly believing it, will make you less miserable now.  I have had enough experience to make this statement.</p>
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		<title>Comment on dressed in black by vera</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/01/11/dressed-in-black/#comment-637</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 17:32:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/01/11/dressed-in-black/#comment-637</guid>
					<description>M-
This is just for you.  For that place that is both familar and foreign.  It is the nature of grief--to release two opposite emotions into the hull of one soul.  It is what makes the pain sear and eventually lets the heart soar.  The familiar and the foreign are twins.  Both confirm your life, even when it feels like the racking sobs won't allow you the air you need to breath.  The lonely-ness you feel is the foreign, rebelling the pain even as it heals it.  You are lucky and loved.  Pain and loss are the price we pay for being loved and lucky....that's why it's familiar.  We all know that in our hearts.  One of my life sayings is:  You don't know how lucky you are until your not lucky anymore.

That is true.  But not the whole truth.  The rest of it is:  after the twins --familar and foreign-- are done with you, you return to that space.  That lucky and loved space.  

Embrace the twins and go on living and loving the way you do so very well, M.  My heart is with yours.  Love, Vera</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>M-<br />
This is just for you.  For that place that is both familar and foreign.  It is the nature of grief&#8211;to release two opposite emotions into the hull of one soul.  It is what makes the pain sear and eventually lets the heart soar.  The familiar and the foreign are twins.  Both confirm your life, even when it feels like the racking sobs won&#8217;t allow you the air you need to breath.  The lonely-ness you feel is the foreign, rebelling the pain even as it heals it.  You are lucky and loved.  Pain and loss are the price we pay for being loved and lucky&#8230;.that&#8217;s why it&#8217;s familiar.  We all know that in our hearts.  One of my life sayings is:  You don&#8217;t know how lucky you are until your not lucky anymore.</p>
<p>That is true.  But not the whole truth.  The rest of it is:  after the twins &#8211;familar and foreign&#8211; are done with you, you return to that space.  That lucky and loved space.  </p>
<p>Embrace the twins and go on living and loving the way you do so very well, M.  My heart is with yours.  Love, Vera
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		<title>Comment on the stranger by Jenn</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/02/10/the-stranger/#comment-632</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 20:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/02/10/the-stranger/#comment-632</guid>
					<description>it gets a little easier as time goes on, but even 25 years or so after my mom died, it still sneaks up on me and i cry. or, like the other day I all of the sudden realized my dad's birthday had passed</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>it gets a little easier as time goes on, but even 25 years or so after my mom died, it still sneaks up on me and i cry. or, like the other day I all of the sudden realized my dad&#8217;s birthday had passed
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		<title>Comment on half brain dead by mughes &#187; Blog Archive &#187; the stranger</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/01/10/half-brain-dead/#comment-626</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 04:45:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2007/01/10/half-brain-dead/#comment-626</guid>
					<description>[...] Jessica loves the Rent soundtrack and there&amp;#8217;s that song.  Seasons of Love.  Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.  How do you measure a day in the life?  The one that usually gets me is by &amp;#8220;cups of coffee&amp;#8221;.  He drank coffee like I drink water.  He always had a cup in his hand and his &amp;#8220;Jelly Jug&amp;#8221; filled with coffee, sugar &amp;#8212; a lot of sugar &amp;#8212; and non-dairy creamer, beside him in the truck.  When we were together in Iowa, he would start looking for a place to find a cup no sooner than he had just gotten one.  [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Jessica loves the Rent soundtrack and there&#8217;s that song.  Seasons of Love.  Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.  How do you measure a day in the life?  The one that usually gets me is by &#8220;cups of coffee&#8221;.  He drank coffee like I drink water.  He always had a cup in his hand and his &#8220;Jelly Jug&#8221; filled with coffee, sugar &#8212; a lot of sugar &#8212; and non-dairy creamer, beside him in the truck.  When we were together in Iowa, he would start looking for a place to find a cup no sooner than he had just gotten one.  [&#8230;]
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		<title>Comment on The Seed of Courage by bermisas</title>
		<link>http://beloveproductions.com/blog/2006/08/21/the-seed-of-courage/#comment-593</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 08:48:20 +0000</pubDate>
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