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	<title>Comments on: 10 weeks later: I cry</title>
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		<title>By: Susan Pogorzelski</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan Pogorzelski</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 13:34:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dorie: I can&#039;t tell you how much this post moved me. I think that grief hits us all in different ways, at different times, and certainly, in different places. I think that when loss is unexpected -- or maybe just not wanting to be faced -- it takes awhile to maybe sink in, makes it difficult to face the reality of the situation because we don&#039;t want it to be a reality...not just yet.

Personally, I tend to bottle up my emotions. I think I kind of convince myself that I&#039;m trying to be strong for other people, for my family members, but, really, I think it might be a way of trying to escape those feelings for myself, hoping that they will go away. But they don&#039;t really ever go away because grief is something that has to be felt, acknowledged. And I&#039;ve kind of learned that that&#039;s ok -- that&#039;s how you heal.

I don&#039;t really know if I&#039;m just rambling or if I&#039;m making any sense. Really, I want you to know how much I appreciate this post and how I wish you all the comfort.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dorie: I can&#8217;t tell you how much this post moved me. I think that grief hits us all in different ways, at different times, and certainly, in different places. I think that when loss is unexpected &#8212; or maybe just not wanting to be faced &#8212; it takes awhile to maybe sink in, makes it difficult to face the reality of the situation because we don&#8217;t want it to be a reality&#8230;not just yet.</p>
<p>Personally, I tend to bottle up my emotions. I think I kind of convince myself that I&#8217;m trying to be strong for other people, for my family members, but, really, I think it might be a way of trying to escape those feelings for myself, hoping that they will go away. But they don&#8217;t really ever go away because grief is something that has to be felt, acknowledged. And I&#8217;ve kind of learned that that&#8217;s ok &#8212; that&#8217;s how you heal.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t really know if I&#8217;m just rambling or if I&#8217;m making any sense. Really, I want you to know how much I appreciate this post and how I wish you all the comfort.</p>
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		<title>By: charlotte</title>
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		<dc:creator>charlotte</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:19:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I find I cry most effectively in public anymore. Seems I can&#039;t help anyone when I&#039;m sitting at home in the middle of a moat of snotty kleenex.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I find I cry most effectively in public anymore. Seems I can&#8217;t help anyone when I&#8217;m sitting at home in the middle of a moat of snotty kleenex.</p>
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		<title>By: Carmella Tress</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carmella Tress</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 14:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>...beautiful way of describing the heartbreaking reality you are facing right now. Like many who love you, I wish there was something I could do but know that there is not.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;beautiful way of describing the heartbreaking reality you are facing right now. Like many who love you, I wish there was something I could do but know that there is not.</p>
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		<title>By: Cassandra Jowett</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cassandra Jowett</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 13:17:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Some of my family, including my mom, said that to me when they were sick and dying. And some family who were left behind told me, as I cried, that crying doesn&#039;t accomplish anything, so I shouldn&#039;t do it.

Well, I&#039;m a crier. I can cry at the drop of a hat. I&#039;m not depressed, and it&#039;s usually about big things like missing my mom, who died when I was 18.

Sometimes we just have to cry and it doesn&#039;t have to mean anything or accomplish anything. For me, it means I&#039;m being honest with myself. Whether it&#039;s just tears welling up in my eyes or a full-on fetal position bawl session.

Eventually, you will start moving forward again. I don&#039;t know how long it will take or how you will know, but one day you&#039;ll just realize you&#039;re back in the thick of things and although you still miss him, you know it&#039;s better for you, and for his memory, that you keep on trucking.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Some of my family, including my mom, said that to me when they were sick and dying. And some family who were left behind told me, as I cried, that crying doesn&#8217;t accomplish anything, so I shouldn&#8217;t do it.</p>
<p>Well, I&#8217;m a crier. I can cry at the drop of a hat. I&#8217;m not depressed, and it&#8217;s usually about big things like missing my mom, who died when I was 18.</p>
<p>Sometimes we just have to cry and it doesn&#8217;t have to mean anything or accomplish anything. For me, it means I&#8217;m being honest with myself. Whether it&#8217;s just tears welling up in my eyes or a full-on fetal position bawl session.</p>
<p>Eventually, you will start moving forward again. I don&#8217;t know how long it will take or how you will know, but one day you&#8217;ll just realize you&#8217;re back in the thick of things and although you still miss him, you know it&#8217;s better for you, and for his memory, that you keep on trucking.</p>
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