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		<title>By: LindaCarmical</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-1596</link>
		<dc:creator>LindaCarmical</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2011 23:56:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks Jillian. I assure you I was crying to extremes writing this.   </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Jillian. I assure you I was crying to extremes writing this.</p>
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		<title>By: Jillian</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-1595</link>
		<dc:creator>Jillian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 19:23:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am so moved by this piece.  I admire how amazingly you were able to capture your feelings while retelling a story no one should have to tell.  You are a wonderful writer. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am so moved by this piece.  I admire how amazingly you were able to capture your feelings while retelling a story no one should have to tell.  You are a wonderful writer.</p>
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		<title>By: Melanie</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-1459</link>
		<dc:creator>Melanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 10:48:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh Linda. This just breaks my heart. I just want to engulf you with love. You will see your baby girl again one day. I love you. 
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Linda. This just breaks my heart. I just want to engulf you with love. You will see your baby girl again one day. I love you.</p>
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		<title>By: Linda Carmical</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-27</link>
		<dc:creator>Linda Carmical</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 22:24:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Robin, what to say to you. I remember both my kids jumping on the wagon, ready to serve in the military to protect our country. I worked around the clock to convince them, begged them til I was blue in the face to not go. I was so scared back then. Now, I&#039;m talking to my daughter about the military as a good move for her; I don&#039;t feel so scared about it any more and feel it&#039;s ok now. 
 
Don&#039;t feel selfish, it&#039;s natural to feel angry. It&#039;s hard to let our children grow up and out of our sight no matter what their age. He&#039;ll always come home to you; he loves his mom. :) 
 
Thank you for reading my story and your friendship. You&#039;re a good person and I am glad our paths crossed. I love you too. :) </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Robin, what to say to you. I remember both my kids jumping on the wagon, ready to serve in the military to protect our country. I worked around the clock to convince them, begged them til I was blue in the face to not go. I was so scared back then. Now, I’m talking to my daughter about the military as a good move for her; I don’t feel so scared about it any more and feel it’s ok now. </p>
<p>Don’t feel selfish, it’s natural to feel angry. It’s hard to let our children grow up and out of our sight no matter what their age. He’ll always come home to you; he loves his mom. <img src='http://lindacarmical.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  </p>
<p>Thank you for reading my story and your friendship. You’re a good person and I am glad our paths crossed. I love you too. <img src='http://lindacarmical.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Robinana</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-26</link>
		<dc:creator>Robinana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 21:48:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Linda...I don&#039;t know what to say. I want to say thank you but it sounds morbid. I&#039;m going to say it anyway. Thank you. 
Today my son was sitting with me while I was writing. He was playing the guitar and singing a song he had just wrote. It was a bittersweet moment. I was sad because he will be going into bootcamp soon. I was sad because he&#039;s not a little boy bringing me rocks anymore. He wasn&#039;t a flower picker. He always brought me rocks. 
How selfish I feel now for being angry that he&#039;s not little anymore. Angry that I didn&#039;t have a good marriage at the time and didn&#039;t get to enjoy him like I wanted to...angry about everything. 
Instead I should be grateful. Thank you for bringing me to my senses. 
I am so sorry for your loss. I love you... Robin </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Linda…I don’t know what to say. I want to say thank you but it sounds morbid. I’m going to say it anyway. Thank you.<br />
Today my son was sitting with me while I was writing. He was playing the guitar and singing a song he had just wrote. It was a bittersweet moment. I was sad because he will be going into bootcamp soon. I was sad because he’s not a little boy bringing me rocks anymore. He wasn’t a flower picker. He always brought me rocks.<br />
How selfish I feel now for being angry that he’s not little anymore. Angry that I didn’t have a good marriage at the time and didn’t get to enjoy him like I wanted to…angry about everything.<br />
Instead I should be grateful. Thank you for bringing me to my senses.<br />
I am so sorry for your loss. I love you… Robin</p>
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		<title>By: Linda Carmical</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-25</link>
		<dc:creator>Linda Carmical</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:26:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love you so much too Rony. Because of you my world is a better place and I would be lost without you. 
Big Hugs &amp; Kisses </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love you so much too Rony. Because of you my world is a better place and I would be lost without you.<br />
Big Hugs &amp; Kisses</p>
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		<title>By: Stephanie</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-24</link>
		<dc:creator>Stephanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:14:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i love you so much mom...i dont even know what to say but u need to know that i love you so much </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i love you so much mom…i dont even know what to say but u need to know that i love you so much</p>
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		<title>By: Linda Carmical</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-23</link>
		<dc:creator>Linda Carmical</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 08:57:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Laura, before I finally sat down to write there were many times it crossed my mind people may have a hard time reading my story;for this reason I held back. There is so much I didn&#039;t say. As you said, it is very hard to fathom losing a child and no one likes to have these thoughts for even a split second. It&#039;s too scary and no one wants to know what it would feel like even through another person&#039;s reality. 
 
Thank you being a part of my tribute to Brittany. I am the one who is honored. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Laura, before I finally sat down to write there were many times it crossed my mind people may have a hard time reading my story;for this reason I held back. There is so much I didn’t say. As you said, it is very hard to fathom losing a child and no one likes to have these thoughts for even a split second. It’s too scary and no one wants to know what it would feel like even through another person’s reality. </p>
<p>Thank you being a part of my tribute to Brittany. I am the one who is honored.</p>
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		<title>By: Laura De La Rosa</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-22</link>
		<dc:creator>Laura De La Rosa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 05:51:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I believe we are tools used for a higher purpose but the devestation of losing a child is my worst fear and something I could never fathom! You told this story with such intricate feeling and emotion that I almost closed it out twice because I can feel your pain - which is something NO mother should have to endure! I&#039;m glad you wrote it for others to be aware and honoring your dear little Angel with your heart felt words! ~HUGS~ </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I believe we are tools used for a higher purpose but the devestation of losing a child is my worst fear and something I could never fathom! You told this story with such intricate feeling and emotion that I almost closed it out twice because I can feel your pain — which is something NO mother should have to endure! I’m glad you wrote it for others to be aware and honoring your dear little Angel with your heart felt words! ~HUGS~</p>
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		<title>By: Linda Carmical</title>
		<link>http://lindacarmical.com/2009/09/14/im-sorry-but-i-didnt-know/#comment-19</link>
		<dc:creator>Linda Carmical</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:48:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It&#039;s odd how the heart can feel so different when thinking back on some experiences and how it can feel just the same with such precision you can&#039;t tell time has passed. One thing I know for sure, the heart can tell a true loss; the wound is always there fresh. It sits idle and waits to hurt again; when it does, time has stood still.

Thank you for reading my story and sharing your thoughts.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It’s odd how the heart can feel so different when thinking back on some experiences and how it can feel just the same with such precision you can’t tell time has passed. One thing I know for sure, the heart can tell a true loss; the wound is always there fresh. It sits idle and waits to hurt again; when it does, time has stood still.</p>
<p>Thank you for reading my story and sharing your thoughts.</p>
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