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(In Memory of Norma)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLossOfAMother" /><feedburner:info uri="thelossofamother" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>TheLossOfAMother</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMARHo7eyp7ImA9WhdbFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-8971811956977999178</id><published>2011-10-14T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T07:44:05.403-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T07:44:05.403-07:00</app:edited><title>My Mother Is Resting!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/8971811956977999178/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-mother-is-resting.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/8971811956977999178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/8971811956977999178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/z5cumpi0zlE/my-mother-is-resting.html" title="My Mother Is Resting!" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQvv5GHyf1c/TphKQuif3lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/pLHWVKDC3xI/s72-c/sweet+dreams.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">

I still think about my mother! My dear mother who is resting with the Lord, free from all pain and sorrows, leaving us here to fight our way through in this mad and sinful world.  For those who died in the Lord, it is much better for them, I have to admit because they are free from earthly sorrows and woe.  No more bills to pay, no more doctors to visit to spend out their money and the sickness
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Mum

©
            Courtney Linde
          

In my arms I held you tightThrough the hardest part of lifeIn my heart the memories clearOf the greatest mum I love so dearI held you so close to my heartPraying that we'll never partBut angels came and took you awayAnd a tear I shed for your everydayNow a shining lit up starMy mum will watch from up farIn all the pain I'm going throughJust 
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     A church sister of mine looks just like my mother.  She has the same height, same complexion and same disposition of my mother.  The resemblance is uncanny and yet I have never noticed it while my mother was alive.
     I thought I was the only one who noticed it, but there were quite an amount of brethren who thought the same and it brought on some jovial remarks.
     These are some of 
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This reminded me of her every smiling face through thick and thin, through struggles and tribulation, through sickness and distress.  No matter what the case was, my mother had a smile through it all.

There 
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Her strength and courage are still etched in my mind as I continue to be marveled of how she took care of all her children 
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Mother, with tearful eyes I watched you and saw you passed away, although I loved you dearly I could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest.  God broke my heart to prove to me, He only takes the best.  Mother, you memory will never rest. 



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I remember, the laughter after you gave some 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HmuB5iuce4UQTSEj3v-Rk0tXSa8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HmuB5iuce4UQTSEj3v-Rk0tXSa8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~4/f6PtcRiZa8Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-mother-i-remember-your-sorrel-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DQXcyeSp7ImA9Wx9RGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-6241380881585589007</id><published>2010-12-19T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:47:50.991-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-19T19:47:50.991-08:00</app:edited><title>How to Spend Quality Time with Your Kids</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/6241380881585589007/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-spend-quality-time-with-your.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/6241380881585589007?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/6241380881585589007?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/31HoagO4aNI/how-to-spend-quality-time-with-your.html" title="How to Spend Quality Time with Your Kids" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96Cg7i_KTYQ/TQ7Q9EGfUYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zeoIs_fJX7I/s72-c/1283442400gA9X70mothers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Are you a mother who is also a career-oriented woman?  If you are, you may have number of different issues tugging at your heart.  In today’s society, many mothers are fearful of putting their family first, especially in certain circumstances, in fear of losing their jobs.  With that in mind, there are many mothers who are fearful that their children will grow up resenting them due to the amount 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ORfmERBnzgq-MFXNE1atPWBOETY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ORfmERBnzgq-MFXNE1atPWBOETY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~4/v104CpOthrY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2010/11/crying-baby-reasons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFQX89eip7ImA9Wx5XE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-5654643530595877048</id><published>2010-09-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:38:30.162-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-12T14:38:30.162-07:00</app:edited><title>The face Of My Mother</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5654643530595877048/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2010/09/face-of-my-mother.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/5654643530595877048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/5654643530595877048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/uFTCdODT0ow/face-of-my-mother.html" title="The face Of My Mother" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I visited my sister recently and saw a picture of my mother hanging on the wall.  All the memories of her came flooding  my mind.  I smiled at those memories because they were good ones and I was at peace knowing that she is resting in the arms of Sweet Deliverance.

She will never be forgotten, this mother of mine.  The picture hanging from the wall showed a very soft and tender looking face, 
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There personalities are quite different 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a20slBMqe81Ks6eXDQvPRNEpHnA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a20slBMqe81Ks6eXDQvPRNEpHnA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~4/TIyvRz-ECPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-mother-in-my-cousin-and-niece.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YEQXw6cSp7ImA9WxFVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-3481718357842449193</id><published>2010-06-10T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:45:00.219-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-10T22:45:00.219-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="in memory of mother" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loss of mother" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mothers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death of a mother" /><title>The Loss of a Mother</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/3481718357842449193?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/3481718357842449193?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/2Wk9UEyRFWQ/loss-of-mother.html" title="The Loss of a Mother" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96Cg7i_KTYQ/SjCid43eN5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VaprITTzpSo/s72-c/fl3.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">Someone once said that a half of a mother is better than none at all. In other words, if your mother is sick, disable or bedridden, you must cherish and love her.   Take good care of her because the day you lose her you will realize that you have lost a treasure.  The burden is even greater if she had been a caring and loving mother.  Well, I have lost a very good mother and I intend to keep her 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NUCvzJoJO1kOX_e-ndmeh9kKgZQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NUCvzJoJO1kOX_e-ndmeh9kKgZQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~4/2Wk9UEyRFWQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2009/06/loss-of-mother.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBRHYyfCp7ImA9WxFWE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-5489473841502133285</id><published>2010-05-31T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:45:55.894-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-31T14:45:55.894-07:00</app:edited><title>Missing You Mother</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/5489473841502133285/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-you-mother.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/5489473841502133285?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/5489473841502133285?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/AaYN2miGQhE/missing-you-mother.html" title="Missing You Mother" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I am still missing you mother. Your smiles, your laughter, your advice, and most importantly, your encouragement.

I thank God, however, that your pains are over, your suffering has come to an end and you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.

You will always be remembered for your strength, character, endurance and faith.  Our tears have ceased, the pain has lessened, but your memories are 
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No matter what I got for her, my mother was always thankful for her gift.  She was never the type to criticize  
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V-Zl0jLgpHs36kkIfy06kgE-zII/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/V-Zl0jLgpHs36kkIfy06kgE-zII/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~4/7YivipNJBmc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-4th-april-2010-was-one-year-since-my.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEANSHsyeip7ImA9WxBbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-3939352720862986183</id><published>2010-03-16T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:46:39.592-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-16T02:46:39.592-07:00</app:edited><title>Forever In Our Hearts</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/3939352720862986183/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2010/03/forever-in-our-hearts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/3939352720862986183?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/3939352720862986183?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/G3t4XCWor4M/forever-in-our-hearts.html" title="Forever In Our Hearts" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96Cg7i_KTYQ/S59TGkRBYjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/y7rSNSLQoTs/s72-c/Road+to+heaven.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html"> My mother, Forever Missed By A Loving Daughter
In life we loved you dearly, in death we love you still, in our hearts you hold a place no one can ever fill. A light from our household is gone, a voice from our love is stilled, a place in our home is vacant, which never will be filled.  Some may think you are forgotten, though on earth you are no more, but in our memory you are with us, as you 
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Who becomes the doctor or the nurse when
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I am prepared that each time I attend a funeral service, the 
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Today in church, most of my mother's grandchildren performed.  It was Children's Sunday. As they sang and recited I felt pleased that they were all doing what she loved the most, performing for her God.  If she was alive today and sat in that congregation I knew that there would be a smile on her lovely face.  She would be cheering for them and at the end of it 
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I am still missing you a lot mother, but I know you are safe in the arms of God. A smile is now appearing on my face and it is because I am thinking of you.  Thinking of how easy it was for you to make me laugh in the times of sadness and grief.  I hope everyone who continues to follow this blog realize how bless he or she is to have a mother and to learn to appreciate her in every way 
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Sweet smile on your face as you sleep the pain away, Resting in God's arms now, although in the ground your body lay.
He needed another angel in the Heavenly choir and that's why you had to go. As you promised, you are still with us watching your children here below.
I never would have imagined the end would be like this, me comforting you. Holding your hand, telling you not to worry was not an 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ho3GiXVOlTppWPwmfmvyHkYAQYk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ho3GiXVOlTppWPwmfmvyHkYAQYk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~4/YpZvMX4pnGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-mommy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAMQHs7cSp7ImA9WxBSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-1305421857068012719</id><published>2009-12-22T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:56:21.509-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-22T06:56:21.509-08:00</app:edited><title>Spending Christmas Without My Best Friend</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/1305421857068012719/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2009/12/spending-christmas-without-my-best.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/1305421857068012719?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/1305421857068012719?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/b0JBCaiHpdE/spending-christmas-without-my-best.html" title="Spending Christmas Without My Best Friend" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Can you imagine that I will be spending my first Christmas without my mother? Oh mother, oh how I miss you.  I still remember those Christmas days, after church, we would get together for some laughs and a hearty meal, with some sorrel of course.  My mother loved to eat.  She had a huge appetite, not even sickness prevented this appetite.  If a decision was taken not to give her certain amount of
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvFO435eDnI7egt3L61tEdTWTiI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fvFO435eDnI7egt3L61tEdTWTiI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~4/b0JBCaiHpdE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2009/12/spending-christmas-without-my-best.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8ESHY9eip7ImA9WxNaGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-2228819331429501509</id><published>2009-12-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:30:09.862-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-04T09:30:09.862-08:00</app:edited><title>That Question! "How Is Your Mother?"</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/2228819331429501509/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-question-how-is-your-mother.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/2228819331429501509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/2228819331429501509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/owff0uHy5DI/that-question-how-is-your-mother.html" title="That Question! &quot;How Is Your Mother?&quot;" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Can you imagine that people are still asking me this question, "How is your mother?" Every time I hear that, something moved within me because then I have to tell them that my mother died.  It is hard to believe that some people have not heard about the death of my dear mother. How long will that question continued to be asked?  I guess there is no answer to that because people are always 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lzW63mdRsTt6Ysinj2VapPyDXD8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lzW63mdRsTt6Ysinj2VapPyDXD8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~4/owff0uHy5DI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-question-how-is-your-mother.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUARH89fCp7ImA9WxNaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115379779019548585.post-701586232222015867</id><published>2009-11-25T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:10:45.164-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-25T11:10:45.164-08:00</app:edited><title>A Visit To My Mother's Room</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/feeds/701586232222015867/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lossmother.blogspot.com/2009/11/visit-to-my-mothers-room.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/701586232222015867?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115379779019548585/posts/default/701586232222015867?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheLossOfAMother/~3/-feJ_Z1dkVA/visit-to-my-mothers-room.html" title="A Visit To My Mother's Room" /><author><name>Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I finally gathered the courage and strength to return to my mother's bedroom after months of grieving.  The room looked just the same and everything was still in place.
The creme and beige lace curtains lined with floral material, made by her, still graced the windows which looked as though they were still in mourning.  Her clothes were still hanging in the  closet all wrinkle free. Among them 
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