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	<title>Comments on: My Husband&#8217;s Favorite Sweatshirt</title>
	<link>http://widow-speak.org/blog/2009/02/12/my-husbands-favorite-sweatshirt/</link>
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	<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 06:29:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Ann</title>
		<link>http://widow-speak.org/blog/2009/02/12/my-husbands-favorite-sweatshirt/#comment-16230</link>
		<dc:creator>Ann</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:11:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I lost my husband less than 48 hours ago, and amliving among his things in his artist's studio.  All his works and art supplies.  I am ovewhelmed.  And yet strangely, I find it comforting to be able to live in his world. I hope I can get to the point where Michele is, where I can feel some comfort with my husband's things.  Right now I am clinging to his last messages to me on our answering machine.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I lost my husband less than 48 hours ago, and amliving among his things in his artist&#8217;s studio.  All his works and art supplies.  I am ovewhelmed.  And yet strangely, I find it comforting to be able to live in his world. I hope I can get to the point where Michele is, where I can feel some comfort with my husband&#8217;s things.  Right now I am clinging to his last messages to me on our answering machine.</p>
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		<title>By: Cindy</title>
		<link>http://widow-speak.org/blog/2009/02/12/my-husbands-favorite-sweatshirt/#comment-16225</link>
		<dc:creator>Cindy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 00:58:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://widow-speak.org/blog/2009/02/12/my-husbands-favorite-sweatshirt/#comment-16225</guid>
		<description>I too feel my husband's spirit, his essence is still here, with me, in our home.  I love his sweatshirts, his shoes and that funny baseball hat he wore to the hospital.  I hear his voice and feel his presence when I make the bed or park the car.  It always had to be a certain way.  In short, we are still one...he a part of me, and I, a part of him...always.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I too feel my husband&#8217;s spirit, his essence is still here, with me, in our home.  I love his sweatshirts, his shoes and that funny baseball hat he wore to the hospital.  I hear his voice and feel his presence when I make the bed or park the car.  It always had to be a certain way.  In short, we are still one&#8230;he a part of me, and I, a part of him&#8230;always.</p>
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		<title>By: Angie Lamberth</title>
		<link>http://widow-speak.org/blog/2009/02/12/my-husbands-favorite-sweatshirt/#comment-16224</link>
		<dc:creator>Angie Lamberth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 05:52:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://widow-speak.org/blog/2009/02/12/my-husbands-favorite-sweatshirt/#comment-16224</guid>
		<description>Your comments ring so true in my own life as well.  I'm in the phase where I don't want to touch my husband's clothes because I am hoping to preserve his scent.  I'll only allow myself to hold it long enough to breathe it in and then put it right back up in the closet where it will be safe.

Thanks for sharing about your love.

Angie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your comments ring so true in my own life as well.  I&#8217;m in the phase where I don&#8217;t want to touch my husband&#8217;s clothes because I am hoping to preserve his scent.  I&#8217;ll only allow myself to hold it long enough to breathe it in and then put it right back up in the closet where it will be safe.</p>
<p>Thanks for sharing about your love.</p>
<p>Angie</p>
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