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		<title>By: yolospat</title>
		<link>http://fyrfli.net/dealing-with-death-in-life/comment-page-1#comment-405</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 21:38:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;You know what I&#039;m more afraid of? It seems like once I get friendly with people they start pouring their life story to me beginning to end. Mom said something similar a few months ago about herself and how people just feel like spilling their guts to a stranger really, someone they just met 5 minutes ago. It&#039;s those type of situations that are hard to get away from without being rude, so when it happens I just sit and listen and nod and usually I give them a hug at the end but boy does that drain me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What do I believe? As far as I know it doesn&#039;t have a name, but it mostly resembles the Buddhists more closely than anything. I believe in energy. Read Dan Brown&#039;s new book. I&#039;ve never seen it explained so well, and never knew there were more people that thought on the same lines.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I do know the day I stopped believing in God however. I practically lived at Children&#039;s hospital for the two years my little cousin had liver cancer (Silas big brother) and we used to sleep in the same bed when I had to take my naps. One day he woke up and told me he loved me but he had to go. No adults were around and I knew he couldn&#039;t get out of bed by himself and I didn&#039;t understand what he was talking about, so I asked as he hugged me and closed his eyes. That was that. So when the adults came in the room I kept telling them I didn&#039;t do anything but he said he had to go somewhere, hoping they wouldn&#039;t blame me, hoping I wasn&#039;t responsible.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know what I&#8217;m more afraid of? It seems like once I get friendly with people they start pouring their life story to me beginning to end. Mom said something similar a few months ago about herself and how people just feel like spilling their guts to a stranger really, someone they just met 5 minutes ago. It&#8217;s those type of situations that are hard to get away from without being rude, so when it happens I just sit and listen and nod and usually I give them a hug at the end but boy does that drain me.</p>

<p>What do I believe? As far as I know it doesn&#8217;t have a name, but it mostly resembles the Buddhists more closely than anything. I believe in energy. Read Dan Brown&#8217;s new book. I&#8217;ve never seen it explained so well, and never knew there were more people that thought on the same lines.</p>

<p>I do know the day I stopped believing in God however. I practically lived at Children&#8217;s hospital for the two years my little cousin had liver cancer (Silas big brother) and we used to sleep in the same bed when I had to take my naps. One day he woke up and told me he loved me but he had to go. No adults were around and I knew he couldn&#8217;t get out of bed by himself and I didn&#8217;t understand what he was talking about, so I asked as he hugged me and closed his eyes. That was that. So when the adults came in the room I kept telling them I didn&#8217;t do anything but he said he had to go somewhere, hoping they wouldn&#8217;t blame me, hoping I wasn&#8217;t responsible.</p>
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		<title>By: fyrfli</title>
		<link>http://fyrfli.net/dealing-with-death-in-life/comment-page-1#comment-404</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 12:29:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Maybe first step would be to approach it ... like that person you&#039;ve always wanted to talk to and never had the courage to just walk up and say &quot;Hey&quot;. What&#039;s the worse that can happen? They ignore you and you pretend like you thought they were someone else, pick up a sampling of the hors d&#039;oeuvres from the able behind them. Maybe it has something to do with what you believe too ... what do you believe?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&#039;t think it&#039;s &quot;all around&quot; you.  What&#039;s around you is people who love you and who have lost, in the same way you have lost.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Maybe first step would be to approach it &#8230; like that person you&#39;ve always wanted to talk to and never had the courage to just walk up and say &#8220;Hey&#8221;. What&#39;s the worse that can happen? They ignore you and you pretend like you thought they were someone else, pick up a sampling of the hors d&#39;oeuvres from the able behind them. Maybe it has something to do with what you believe too &#8230; what do you believe?<br /><br />I don&#39;t think it&#39;s &#8220;all around&#8221; you.  What&#39;s around you is people who love you and who have lost, in the same way you have lost.</p>
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		<title>By: yolospat</title>
		<link>http://fyrfli.net/dealing-with-death-in-life/comment-page-1#comment-403</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 05:02:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m wondering if it&#039;s the death surrounding my family that has broke me for that decade. I don&#039;t know how to deal about death and it&#039;s all around me still. I have no idea how to even approach it.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#39;m wondering if it&#39;s the death surrounding my family that has broke me for that decade. I don&#39;t know how to deal about death and it&#39;s all around me still. I have no idea how to even approach it.</p>
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		<title>By: fyrfli</title>
		<link>http://fyrfli.net/dealing-with-death-in-life/comment-page-1#comment-398</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 14:11:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Thanks.  I knew him a short time, but he made a great impression (Rest well, Grandpa).&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks.  I knew him a short time, but he made a great impression (Rest well, Grandpa).</p>
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		<title>By: Jamaipanese</title>
		<link>http://fyrfli.net/dealing-with-death-in-life/comment-page-1#comment-397</link>
		<dc:creator>Jamaipanese</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 12:34:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Sorry to hear about the unfortunate passing of your Father-in-Law.&lt;/p&gt;
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