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	<title>Comments on: Donald Lewis Heacock</title>
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		<title>By: Chris</title>
		<link>http://www.theheacocks.com/2007/07/donald-lewis-heacock/comment-page-1/#comment-128</link>
		<dc:creator>Chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 18:32:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:-)  Crying isn&#039;t the intention, but it is often a byproduct of some serious contemplating.  Especially when contemplating something as final as death.  For weeks I couldn&#039;t even verbalize what I was thinking.  It was like my mind was on pause, unable, or unwilling, to consider what had actually happened.

Eventually, I can ask Grandpa exactly what he was feeling, and that&#039;s comforting.  I honestly wish that I had taken to the time to do that earlier though.  That very thing is what kept me from thinking it through.  I guess it was a vague hope that if I didn&#039;t move on, maybe time would move back and I could work it out better the second time around.

Obviously, that isn&#039;t going to happen, and moreover, I owe it to everyone else to actually say, &quot;I can&#039;t fix or change this.  It is a bummer that I can&#039;t.  So, I&#039;m not going to let this happen again.&quot;

-Chris</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>:-)  Crying isn&#8217;t the intention, but it is often a byproduct of some serious contemplating.  Especially when contemplating something as final as death.  For weeks I couldn&#8217;t even verbalize what I was thinking.  It was like my mind was on pause, unable, or unwilling, to consider what had actually happened.</p>
<p>Eventually, I can ask Grandpa exactly what he was feeling, and that&#8217;s comforting.  I honestly wish that I had taken to the time to do that earlier though.  That very thing is what kept me from thinking it through.  I guess it was a vague hope that if I didn&#8217;t move on, maybe time would move back and I could work it out better the second time around.</p>
<p>Obviously, that isn&#8217;t going to happen, and moreover, I owe it to everyone else to actually say, &#8220;I can&#8217;t fix or change this.  It is a bummer that I can&#8217;t.  So, I&#8217;m not going to let this happen again.&#8221;</p>
<p>-Chris</p>
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		<title>By: Jaime</title>
		<link>http://www.theheacocks.com/2007/07/donald-lewis-heacock/comment-page-1/#comment-127</link>
		<dc:creator>Jaime</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:10:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You make me cry every time.  Darn you.</description>
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