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	<title>Comments on: Biting my lip&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: james</title>
		<link>http://elwoodicious.com/2007/04/27/biting-my-lip/#comment-1640</link>
		<dc:creator>james</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 15:20:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for sharing that story, it is something I have to learn as I spend so much time walking away and not looking back and somethings should be held onto and honored.  Thanks again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for sharing that story, it is something I have to learn as I spend so much time walking away and not looking back and somethings should be held onto and honored.  Thanks again.</p>
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		<title>By: 68stationwagon</title>
		<link>http://elwoodicious.com/2007/04/27/biting-my-lip/#comment-1639</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 14:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i'll share an experience that approximates your close friend - a woman who was a grade school acquaintance of my wife passed away in her late 30's.  she was married for about three years and had no children.  my wife had never met the husband as the childhood days were their last interaction...but chinatown produces a closeness that never falters and my wife and several of her friends were compelled to pay respects.

we attended the visitation.  as we made our way thru winter's cold and dark we learned that she had lost a difficult battle to a brain tumor.  her final days were attended by her parents, sisters and husband.

like you, we did not know what to say...and finally meeting the husband made our words inconsequential.  never has anyone been so honored as his wife.  with simplicity and directness he recounted her struggle and underlined the grace that she displayed.  he held her beauty, her charm, her spirit for us to see - not for his grief - but for all to understand he was so blessed to have found her for even the shortest of times.

3 or 4 years have passed and i've seen the husband - who like me is caucasian - in chinatown on two occasions...each time he was in church with the family of his beloved wife.  

while we're often confronted with "letting go" - there's something wonderful and timeless, humbling and affirming about holding on.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i&#8217;ll share an experience that approximates your close friend - a woman who was a grade school acquaintance of my wife passed away in her late 30&#8217;s.  she was married for about three years and had no children.  my wife had never met the husband as the childhood days were their last interaction&#8230;but chinatown produces a closeness that never falters and my wife and several of her friends were compelled to pay respects.</p>
<p>we attended the visitation.  as we made our way thru winter&#8217;s cold and dark we learned that she had lost a difficult battle to a brain tumor.  her final days were attended by her parents, sisters and husband.</p>
<p>like you, we did not know what to say&#8230;and finally meeting the husband made our words inconsequential.  never has anyone been so honored as his wife.  with simplicity and directness he recounted her struggle and underlined the grace that she displayed.  he held her beauty, her charm, her spirit for us to see - not for his grief - but for all to understand he was so blessed to have found her for even the shortest of times.</p>
<p>3 or 4 years have passed and i&#8217;ve seen the husband - who like me is caucasian - in chinatown on two occasions&#8230;each time he was in church with the family of his beloved wife.  </p>
<p>while we&#8217;re often confronted with &#8220;letting go&#8221; - there&#8217;s something wonderful and timeless, humbling and affirming about holding on.</p>
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		<title>By: james</title>
		<link>http://elwoodicious.com/2007/04/27/biting-my-lip/#comment-1638</link>
		<dc:creator>james</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2007 00:10:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for the support, it has been hard to lose a friend and to watch someone I love dearly suffer.  I think we might try and do what you suggest, bring some normalcy to life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for the support, it has been hard to lose a friend and to watch someone I love dearly suffer.  I think we might try and do what you suggest, bring some normalcy to life.</p>
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		<title>By: Bill</title>
		<link>http://elwoodicious.com/2007/04/27/biting-my-lip/#comment-1637</link>
		<dc:creator>Bill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 13:30:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think you express yourself quite well. And sometimes, there really are no words that can be used to express the extremely complex emotion of heartache and despair. Sometimes, the best that you can do for a person in that situation is to try to add normality back into their lives. And of course, to let them know that you are there for them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think you express yourself quite well. And sometimes, there really are no words that can be used to express the extremely complex emotion of heartache and despair. Sometimes, the best that you can do for a person in that situation is to try to add normality back into their lives. And of course, to let them know that you are there for them.</p>
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		<title>By: 68stationwagon</title>
		<link>http://elwoodicious.com/2007/04/27/biting-my-lip/#comment-1634</link>
		<dc:creator>68stationwagon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i'm sure your support, when needed, will speak for itself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i&#8217;m sure your support, when needed, will speak for itself.</p>
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