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	<title>Comments on: Dad</title>
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		<title>By: Waiting for Daddy &#124; ivy league insecurities</title>
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		<dc:creator>Waiting for Daddy &#124; ivy league insecurities</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2011 09:03:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] I was going through the photos on my computer and I found these. I took them the morning Husband was due to arrive home from Buffalo. The girls waited in the window for Daddy. Something strikes me about this image. Seeing them there staring out, bodies bent with anticipation and longing, is both wonderful and devastating. Wonderful because it is a depiction of deep love. But devastating because this is so often how I feel. Like I am waiting for Dad. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] I was going through the photos on my computer and I found these. I took them the morning Husband was due to arrive home from Buffalo. The girls waited in the window for Daddy. Something strikes me about this image. Seeing them there staring out, bodies bent with anticipation and longing, is both wonderful and devastating. Wonderful because it is a depiction of deep love. But devastating because this is so often how I feel. Like I am waiting for Dad. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Family First &#124; ivy league insecurities</title>
		<link>http://www.ivyleagueinsecurities.com/2009/04/dad/#comment-3436</link>
		<dc:creator>Family First &#124; ivy league insecurities</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 15:44:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] time passes, things are becoming more and more clear to me. Since Dad died, I have been a bit of a mess. I have been confused and angry and more than a bit sad. Confused [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] time passes, things are becoming more and more clear to me. Since Dad died, I have been a bit of a mess. I have been confused and angry and more than a bit sad. Confused [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Nicki</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nicki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 17:24:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Aidan, Though I am coming late to the party, I so understand.  I would never make it through your wonderful words of tribute to your father.  The sobbing would take over, I can assure you.  I, too, have been called upon to say words to groups large and small as they have honored my father.  I still cannot do it well.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aidan, Though I am coming late to the party, I so understand.  I would never make it through your wonderful words of tribute to your father.  The sobbing would take over, I can assure you.  I, too, have been called upon to say words to groups large and small as they have honored my father.  I still cannot do it well.</p>
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		<title>By: Not Seeing Him &#171; ivy league insecurities</title>
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		<dc:creator>Not Seeing Him &#171; ivy league insecurities</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:22:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] There are cruel moments when life&#8217;s distractions thin out, when I look up, and around, and Dad&#8217;s not here. And in these moments, like Toddler, I am devastated. In these moments, I just [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] There are cruel moments when life&#8217;s distractions thin out, when I look up, and around, and Dad&#8217;s not here. And in these moments, like Toddler, I am devastated. In these moments, I just [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth</title>
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		<dc:creator>Elizabeth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That was absolutely beautiful.  What an amazing man and what a great honor.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That was absolutely beautiful.  What an amazing man and what a great honor.</p>
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