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		<title>Pink Sun&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Sunday after the memorial (August 16th)I decided that I would take the next day to myself. Jamie was due to go back to work, and this would be the first real day I would have alone in the house, and I needed to write. Write about what I didn’t know – I just knew [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&blog=1521153&post=316&subd=truddle&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the hardest things that I have had to deal with since my mom’s passing (and believe me when I say one, as there are many – of which over time I will write about) … is knowing how to help my dad through this. It is so hard to watch this tremendously gentle [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&blog=1521153&post=314&subd=truddle&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Color Your World Pink&#8230;</title>
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Wednesday &#8211; August 12th… and then it was time…
“Can we stop at the gate?” I asked Jamie as we prepared to leave the house.
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The events and happenings leading up the memorial service are all a blur, each molding into the other – each becoming a part of the other. Throughout this time I phoned or visited my dad everyday – all except one day. I don’t remember what day that was or what I was doing on that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&blog=1521153&post=305&subd=truddle&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>When the fog settles&#8230;</title>
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I woke up the morning of Friday July 24th with the feeling that something was dreadfully wrong, and then in a split instance I realized what it was &#8212; and then the fog set in. That glorious heavy fog that completely covers you in a thick comforting mass – allowing you to move forward.
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		<title>I held on&#8230;</title>
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Throughout our time at the hospital Jamie (bless his sweet heart) stayed in touch with home, letting the girls know what was going on. It was during one of these phone calls home that we learned that our youngest had been deployed to one of the many forest fires that were burning.
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		<title>Two Visitors&#8230;</title>
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We were met at the hospital entrance by my brother who led us down a long hallway to mom’s room. Two visitors per patient the sign glared at the door’s entrance – My dad and I went in without hesitation.
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It is amazing how deafening the ring of the telephone can be when it penetrates the silence of the morning. Such was the case with here the morning of Thursday, July 23rd.
“Beverly?” the voice on the other end of the phone said.
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		<title>Today I will just be&#8230;</title>
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I have decided to take today for me – to walk through the memories, to explore events of the past few weeks – today I will embrace the silence, today I will write….
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		<title>The story of pink&#8230;</title>
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Mom often told the story of how when she was very young she received a box of crayons, and in this box of crayons was the most beautiful pink crayon she had ever seen. Something she had never seen before. Mom treasured this crayon and used it sparingly to make it last as long as [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&blog=1521153&post=280&subd=truddle&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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