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		<title>By: Dana</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2007/01/02/heaven/comment-page-1/#comment-13560</link>
		<dc:creator>Dana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 01:55:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I really loved this post, gawd, you made me cry!
My grandfather, my last remaining grandparent, died a couple of hours after my son&#039;s birth. We were very close. One of the last things he was told was that he had a healthy great-grandson. I cried my heart out the entire first night in the hospital and I nearly bit the nurses who tried to whisk my newborn away for the night. I was alone; my husband had to go home with our older son so my parents, who were sitting, could be with my grandfather as he died. 
It was the best and worst day of my life.
Anyway, loved the post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I really loved this post, gawd, you made me cry!<br />
My grandfather, my last remaining grandparent, died a couple of hours after my son&#8217;s birth. We were very close. One of the last things he was told was that he had a healthy great-grandson. I cried my heart out the entire first night in the hospital and I nearly bit the nurses who tried to whisk my newborn away for the night. I was alone; my husband had to go home with our older son so my parents, who were sitting, could be with my grandfather as he died.<br />
It was the best and worst day of my life.<br />
Anyway, loved the post.</p>
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		<title>By: jen</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2007/01/02/heaven/comment-page-1/#comment-13198</link>
		<dc:creator>jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Jan 2007 20:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>oh grandparents. how i have always loved mine so. i like many above dread that phone call saying my last grandparent is no longer around. she is an abolutely amazing woman whom i should call more often and stop and see when i am in town. when i go home this weekend i will surely do that now. thanks for the reminder of how precious these people can be to us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>oh grandparents. how i have always loved mine so. i like many above dread that phone call saying my last grandparent is no longer around. she is an abolutely amazing woman whom i should call more often and stop and see when i am in town. when i go home this weekend i will surely do that now. thanks for the reminder of how precious these people can be to us.</p>
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		<title>By: Deanna</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2007/01/02/heaven/comment-page-1/#comment-13045</link>
		<dc:creator>Deanna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 15:07:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Someone wrote this to an earlier post...but write a book already! I was there, on the big wheel... You are a great writer. I must go now and sob silently at desk.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Someone wrote this to an earlier post&#8230;but write a book already! I was there, on the big wheel&#8230; You are a great writer. I must go now and sob silently at desk.</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2007/01/02/heaven/comment-page-1/#comment-13028</link>
		<dc:creator>Elizabeth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:28:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My grandfather died last February. He had been on hospice care and in and out of the hospital for a long time. The day before he died, he called my school (I was a senior in high school) and asked the secretary about me. I had just gotten back from a trip to New York for dance auditions. The secretary knew who I was and said I was doing great, and he said he was just calling to check. I never talked to him after that, and I found out a week later that he had called that day. My father lives 6 hours away (it was his father) so when he found out about it, I was the nearest family member and had to go take care of things immediately after my grandfather&#039;s death. It was the saddest thing I&#039;ve ever done. I have two younger siblings, 10 and 11, and they probably won&#039;t remember their grandfather with the vividness that I will, and that is so unfortunate. I think everyone sort of deifies their grandparents, and for most of us their deaths are our first experiences with funerals and losses, etc. 

I guess that was just a long way of saying that I hurt for you guys, and you are in my thoughts. But between you and JB, I&#039;m sure Riley will grow up with wonderful stories of his great-grandparents and the days of yore. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My grandfather died last February. He had been on hospice care and in and out of the hospital for a long time. The day before he died, he called my school (I was a senior in high school) and asked the secretary about me. I had just gotten back from a trip to New York for dance auditions. The secretary knew who I was and said I was doing great, and he said he was just calling to check. I never talked to him after that, and I found out a week later that he had called that day. My father lives 6 hours away (it was his father) so when he found out about it, I was the nearest family member and had to go take care of things immediately after my grandfather&#8217;s death. It was the saddest thing I&#8217;ve ever done. I have two younger siblings, 10 and 11, and they probably won&#8217;t remember their grandfather with the vividness that I will, and that is so unfortunate. I think everyone sort of deifies their grandparents, and for most of us their deaths are our first experiences with funerals and losses, etc. </p>
<p>I guess that was just a long way of saying that I hurt for you guys, and you are in my thoughts. But between you and JB, I&#8217;m sure Riley will grow up with wonderful stories of his great-grandparents and the days of yore. :)</p>
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		<title>By: Audrey</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2007/01/02/heaven/comment-page-1/#comment-13004</link>
		<dc:creator>Audrey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 23:31:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One of my grandmother&#039;s is in a memory care unit and the other is probably headed into one as well.  When I saw the grandparents in assisted living/memory care at Christmas, we reminded them that the next time they see us, we&#039;ll have their first great-grandchild in our arms.  I know that if she remembers nothing else, she&#039;ll remember this great-grandchild in the way she remembers that we brought our then-puppy to visit her last Christmas.  The human mind is amazing and while I truly dislike visiting them because I want to remember who they were, not who they&#039;ve become, I don&#039;t think I&#039;ll be able to contain my tears when I see my grandparents with their great-grandchild.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my grandmother&#8217;s is in a memory care unit and the other is probably headed into one as well.  When I saw the grandparents in assisted living/memory care at Christmas, we reminded them that the next time they see us, we&#8217;ll have their first great-grandchild in our arms.  I know that if she remembers nothing else, she&#8217;ll remember this great-grandchild in the way she remembers that we brought our then-puppy to visit her last Christmas.  The human mind is amazing and while I truly dislike visiting them because I want to remember who they were, not who they&#8217;ve become, I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ll be able to contain my tears when I see my grandparents with their great-grandchild.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2007/01/02/heaven/comment-page-1/#comment-12995</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 22:46:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>. . . crying. . . .</description>
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		<title>By: lilacstripe</title>
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		<dc:creator>lilacstripe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 21:18:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is a lovely post</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is a lovely post</p>
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		<title>By: MRW</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2007/01/02/heaven/comment-page-1/#comment-12989</link>
		<dc:creator>MRW</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 20:41:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was never close to my grandparents for various reasonsl.  My son, however, is very close to his grandparents and I&#039;m hoping like crazy they will all remain vibrant and healthy for a long time so he has the kinds of memories of them that you have.  Your post made me hope my son will retain happy, healthy memories of his grandparents when they are old or ill.  Beautifully written.  Thanks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was never close to my grandparents for various reasonsl.  My son, however, is very close to his grandparents and I&#8217;m hoping like crazy they will all remain vibrant and healthy for a long time so he has the kinds of memories of them that you have.  Your post made me hope my son will retain happy, healthy memories of his grandparents when they are old or ill.  Beautifully written.  Thanks.</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
		<link>http://www.sundrymourning.com/2007/01/02/heaven/comment-page-1/#comment-12988</link>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 19:35:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That was beautiful.  JB&#039;s grandmother and your family will be in my thoughts.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That was beautiful.  JB&#8217;s grandmother and your family will be in my thoughts.</p>
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		<title>By: erica</title>
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		<dc:creator>erica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 19:29:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I lost my Nanny four years ago and then mom two years ago. It makes me so sad that my daughter will never know them. I do, however, take comfort in the fact that I&#039;ll be able to pass on stories and memories of them to her. I&#039;ll do my best to make them live again in her heart.

Thank you for this post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I lost my Nanny four years ago and then mom two years ago. It makes me so sad that my daughter will never know them. I do, however, take comfort in the fact that I&#8217;ll be able to pass on stories and memories of them to her. I&#8217;ll do my best to make them live again in her heart.</p>
<p>Thank you for this post.</p>
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