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	<title>Comments on: How I Dealt With Pain (My Mom Died&#8211;Part 4)</title>
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		<title>By: jaime</title>
		<link>http://www.jaimebuckley.com/2010/01/how-i-dealt-with-pain-my-mom-died-part-4/comment-page-1/#comment-20</link>
		<dc:creator>jaime</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 03:38:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sonya, there are &lt;em&gt;&#039;Uncle Bob&#039;s&#039;&lt;/em&gt; all around. That may be your husband, your best friend, your own children. It could even be a stranger with a similar past--like the manager of that restaurant. For me it happened to be my Uncle for one reason or I would have gone with my wife (she would have let me be what I needed to be for me to heal). It was because my Uncle and I share a previous history of violence in our backgrounds. We could relate to each other on a very deep, personal level and he knew I needed to vent out loud...to which he wouldn&#039;t take offense if I was foul in my anger. I was, and he loved me anyway.

It&#039;s never easy, but like I said, it never get&#039;s better. We learn to cope. We keep going. You have a great set of sisters. I remember how great your family was when we were younger and I cannot believe for a second that foundation has evaporated from any of you girls.

Thank you for the comment.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sonya, there are <em>&#8216;Uncle Bob&#8217;s&#8217;</em> all around. That may be your husband, your best friend, your own children. It could even be a stranger with a similar past&#8211;like the manager of that restaurant. For me it happened to be my Uncle for one reason or I would have gone with my wife (she would have let me be what I needed to be for me to heal). It was because my Uncle and I share a previous history of violence in our backgrounds. We could relate to each other on a very deep, personal level and he knew I needed to vent out loud&#8230;to which he wouldn&#8217;t take offense if I was foul in my anger. I was, and he loved me anyway.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s never easy, but like I said, it never get&#8217;s better. We learn to cope. We keep going. You have a great set of sisters. I remember how great your family was when we were younger and I cannot believe for a second that foundation has evaporated from any of you girls.</p>
<p>Thank you for the comment.</p>
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		<title>By: Sonyia Fayal</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sonyia Fayal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 03:15:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You made me cry, I can&#039;t even imagine your pain. I just hope when the time comes for my sweet dear mother to meet the Lord, I will have someone like your uncle to help me through it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You made me cry, I can&#8217;t even imagine your pain. I just hope when the time comes for my sweet dear mother to meet the Lord, I will have someone like your uncle to help me through it.</p>
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