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	<title>Comments on: What I&#8217;d Rather Not Think About</title>
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	<description>Erin Seabolt Bond</description>
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		<title>By: Sabrina</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sabrina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 04:03:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t think any of us are ever ready, that we ever feel adult-enough. My dad&#039;s 73 now. I always thought that when I had to spend the holidays alone, it would be because he&#039;d passed. And it didn&#039;t turn out that way at all. I was alone because he got another DUI and was in court-mandated rehab, and I was angry that alcoholism had robbed me. And I was angry that my dad&#039;s newfound irresponsibility forced many of his responsibilities onto me. I didn&#039;t think that would happen until I felt like more of an adult. Or until I had a husband to help me make big decisions. Or until a lot of things that may never happen at all. And even so, my dad&#039;s my whole family. And when he really does go, I really will be incredibly alone in this world. And that is very real to me. And so is not having someone to ask about killing dollar weed and new brake pads and all the stuff of life that we don&#039;t really trust the Internet to tell us. So as far as I can tell, this thing of yours, it&#039;s pretty normal.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t think any of us are ever ready, that we ever feel adult-enough. My dad&#8217;s 73 now. I always thought that when I had to spend the holidays alone, it would be because he&#8217;d passed. And it didn&#8217;t turn out that way at all. I was alone because he got another DUI and was in court-mandated rehab, and I was angry that alcoholism had robbed me. And I was angry that my dad&#8217;s newfound irresponsibility forced many of his responsibilities onto me. I didn&#8217;t think that would happen until I felt like more of an adult. Or until I had a husband to help me make big decisions. Or until a lot of things that may never happen at all. And even so, my dad&#8217;s my whole family. And when he really does go, I really will be incredibly alone in this world. And that is very real to me. And so is not having someone to ask about killing dollar weed and new brake pads and all the stuff of life that we don&#8217;t really trust the Internet to tell us. So as far as I can tell, this thing of yours, it&#8217;s pretty normal.</p>
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		<title>By: Erin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 21:50:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jennifer, what a load it must add to have a child and to think about what she might experience one day should she outlive you. I&#039;m sorry to hear of your friend&#039;s loss. How terrible.

Becki, wow. I can&#039;t imagine how hard that was. Such a loss.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jennifer, what a load it must add to have a child and to think about what she might experience one day should she outlive you. I&#8217;m sorry to hear of your friend&#8217;s loss. How terrible.</p>
<p>Becki, wow. I can&#8217;t imagine how hard that was. Such a loss.</p>
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		<title>By: Becki</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 17:07:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Noticing Mom and Dad aging has been very tough to do... especially hearing Mom say so often how much she misses her Mom and Dad, who passed away 13 and 4 years ago respectively. As much as they sometimes aggravate me, I have no idea how I&#039;ll ever cope when Mom and Dad pass away. I just pray that it&#039;s a really long time from now, and that they pass in their sleep at the age of 102. Growing up is odd, and full of many things that I don&#039;t like (seeing my parents grow older and more susceptible to disease is one of them). However, what&#039;s even worse is watching your best friend who was only 23 years old pass away after a horrific accident, while you&#039;re at her bedside with your hand on her arm. Then, you not only have your parents&#039; mortality to think about, but you start to think about your own.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Noticing Mom and Dad aging has been very tough to do&#8230; especially hearing Mom say so often how much she misses her Mom and Dad, who passed away 13 and 4 years ago respectively. As much as they sometimes aggravate me, I have no idea how I&#8217;ll ever cope when Mom and Dad pass away. I just pray that it&#8217;s a really long time from now, and that they pass in their sleep at the age of 102. Growing up is odd, and full of many things that I don&#8217;t like (seeing my parents grow older and more susceptible to disease is one of them). However, what&#8217;s even worse is watching your best friend who was only 23 years old pass away after a horrific accident, while you&#8217;re at her bedside with your hand on her arm. Then, you not only have your parents&#8217; mortality to think about, but you start to think about your own.</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 03:35:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know exactly how you feel, Erin.  A very good friend of mine lost his mother last week -- it was unexpected and she had been in great health -- and it made all of this seem very close to home.  And then there&#039;s the added layer of being a mother myself now, and thinking of Caroline having to take care of me when I&#039;m old. . . strange and unsettling thoughts.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know exactly how you feel, Erin.  A very good friend of mine lost his mother last week &#8212; it was unexpected and she had been in great health &#8212; and it made all of this seem very close to home.  And then there&#8217;s the added layer of being a mother myself now, and thinking of Caroline having to take care of me when I&#8217;m old. . . strange and unsettling thoughts.</p>
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