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		<title>By: Long rider</title>
		<link>http://gruntdoc.com/2006/01/todd.html/comment-page-1#comment-3195</link>
		<dc:creator>Long rider</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2006 20:02:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m sorry for your loss.   It seems strange to me that you would blame an object (motorcycle or truck) for the death of your friend.  The truth is a PERSON killed your friend.  People like that have killed my friends too.  
    It is true that motorcycles are dangerous,  but riding them is as legal as talking on the cell phone while driving, and probably safer.  Running a red light, however, is illegal.  The motorcycle did not do him in,  the idiot in the pickup with his head up his @#%@# did him in.  Your friend died doing what he loved.    
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sorry for your loss.   It seems strange to me that you would blame an object (motorcycle or truck) for the death of your friend.  The truth is a PERSON killed your friend.  People like that have killed my friends too.<br />
    It is true that motorcycles are dangerous,  but riding them is as legal as talking on the cell phone while driving, and probably safer.  Running a red light, however, is illegal.  The motorcycle did not do him in,  the idiot in the pickup with his head up his @#%@# did him in.  Your friend died doing what he loved.</p>
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		<title>By: Hannah</title>
		<link>http://gruntdoc.com/2006/01/todd.html/comment-page-1#comment-3194</link>
		<dc:creator>Hannah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 15:24:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m sorry for you loss.

It may take a LOT of time to heal, but I do believe that paying tribute to friends as you have here gives some comfort as well as honor to the way our loved ones lived.

Hh</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sorry for you loss.</p>
<p>It may take a LOT of time to heal, but I do believe that paying tribute to friends as you have here gives some comfort as well as honor to the way our loved ones lived.</p>
<p>Hh</p>
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		<title>By: Bob in Mississippi</title>
		<link>http://gruntdoc.com/2006/01/todd.html/comment-page-1#comment-3193</link>
		<dc:creator>Bob in Mississippi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 00:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This only means something to me but I&#039;ll share it anyway.
Time makes the grief softer. Just another way of saying
time heals.

God looked around his garden
   and he found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this earth
   and saw your friendly face.
He put his arms around you
   and lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful.
   He always takes the best.
He knew that your time 
   on earth was done,
So he closed your eyelids
   and whispered, “Peace be Thine.”
He then took you up to heaven
   with hands gentle and kind.
It broke our hearts to lose you, 
   but you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you
   the day God took you home.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This only means something to me but I&#8217;ll share it anyway.<br />
Time makes the grief softer. Just another way of saying<br />
time heals.</p>
<p>God looked around his garden<br />
   and he found an empty place.<br />
He then looked down upon this earth<br />
   and saw your friendly face.<br />
He put his arms around you<br />
   and lifted you to rest.<br />
God’s garden must be beautiful.<br />
   He always takes the best.<br />
He knew that your time<br />
   on earth was done,<br />
So he closed your eyelids<br />
   and whispered, “Peace be Thine.”<br />
He then took you up to heaven<br />
   with hands gentle and kind.<br />
It broke our hearts to lose you,<br />
   but you did not go alone,<br />
for part of us went with you<br />
   the day God took you home.</p>
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		<title>By: PaedsRN</title>
		<link>http://gruntdoc.com/2006/01/todd.html/comment-page-1#comment-3192</link>
		<dc:creator>PaedsRN</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 06:59:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My older brother died on a motorcycle Christmas Eve 1982.  It took me till Christmas last year to let go.

I was just re-reading a poem today given to those of us who had been doing a lot of end of life care in our workplace recently...


The Bridge (Joy Cowley)

There are times in life
when we are called to be bridges,
not a great monument spanning a distance 
and carrying loads of heavy traffic
but a simple bridge to help one person from here to there
over some difficulty
such as pain, grief, fear, loneliness,
a bridge which opens the way for ongoing journey.

When I become a bridge for another,
I bring upon myself a blessing,
for I escape from the small prison of self
and exist for a wider world,
breaking out to be a larger being
who can enter another&#039;s pain
and rejoice in another&#039;s triumph.

I know of only one greater blessing
in this life, and that is,
to allow someone else
to be a bridge for me.


You escape from the small prison of self every day.  I wouldn&#039;t hold your breath waiting for time to do it&#039;s thing; the job of healing is left to us, and we engage in it with every patient treated, every colleague in need, every family supported.  We advance, and retreat, over and over, from the still place within out into the chattering world, because a good and worthwhile life is the best possible memorial.

It took me more than twenty years to figure that one out though...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My older brother died on a motorcycle Christmas Eve 1982.  It took me till Christmas last year to let go.</p>
<p>I was just re-reading a poem today given to those of us who had been doing a lot of end of life care in our workplace recently&#8230;</p>
<p>The Bridge (Joy Cowley)</p>
<p>There are times in life<br />
when we are called to be bridges,<br />
not a great monument spanning a distance<br />
and carrying loads of heavy traffic<br />
but a simple bridge to help one person from here to there<br />
over some difficulty<br />
such as pain, grief, fear, loneliness,<br />
a bridge which opens the way for ongoing journey.</p>
<p>When I become a bridge for another,<br />
I bring upon myself a blessing,<br />
for I escape from the small prison of self<br />
and exist for a wider world,<br />
breaking out to be a larger being<br />
who can enter another&#8217;s pain<br />
and rejoice in another&#8217;s triumph.</p>
<p>I know of only one greater blessing<br />
in this life, and that is,<br />
to allow someone else<br />
to be a bridge for me.</p>
<p>You escape from the small prison of self every day.  I wouldn&#8217;t hold your breath waiting for time to do it&#8217;s thing; the job of healing is left to us, and we engage in it with every patient treated, every colleague in need, every family supported.  We advance, and retreat, over and over, from the still place within out into the chattering world, because a good and worthwhile life is the best possible memorial.</p>
<p>It took me more than twenty years to figure that one out though&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Chickadee</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chickadee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 02:01:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, I just wanted to say that I am thinking about you at this difficult time and yes, time does make grief easier, though the grief will never go away.

My sister was killed by a drunk driver 10 years ago. And the grief has been one heck of a ride. 

I hope you have done something special for yourself and Todd on the anniversary day.

Again, I my thoughts are with you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, I just wanted to say that I am thinking about you at this difficult time and yes, time does make grief easier, though the grief will never go away.</p>
<p>My sister was killed by a drunk driver 10 years ago. And the grief has been one heck of a ride. </p>
<p>I hope you have done something special for yourself and Todd on the anniversary day.</p>
<p>Again, I my thoughts are with you.</p>
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		<title>By: Dr. Alice</title>
		<link>http://gruntdoc.com/2006/01/todd.html/comment-page-1#comment-3190</link>
		<dc:creator>Dr. Alice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 23:43:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know what it&#039;s like to observe anniversaries like that. It&#039;s hard to lose a friend. I&#039;m glad you shared that with us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know what it&#8217;s like to observe anniversaries like that. It&#8217;s hard to lose a friend. I&#8217;m glad you shared that with us.</p>
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		<title>By: NPs Save Lives</title>
		<link>http://gruntdoc.com/2006/01/todd.html/comment-page-1#comment-3189</link>
		<dc:creator>NPs Save Lives</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 20:35:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m really sorry that you lost your friend like that! Time will help dull the pain but it will never truly go away. Sounds like he had a wonderful friend in you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m really sorry that you lost your friend like that! Time will help dull the pain but it will never truly go away. Sounds like he had a wonderful friend in you.</p>
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		<title>By: Dr Emer</title>
		<link>http://gruntdoc.com/2006/01/todd.html/comment-page-1#comment-3188</link>
		<dc:creator>Dr Emer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 16:47:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m so sorry to hear this. I&#039;ve got my own share of unhealed wounds from loved ones who departed recently. I understand how you feel. It won&#039;t be easy but I know healing will come one day. My sincere condolences.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so sorry to hear this. I&#8217;ve got my own share of unhealed wounds from loved ones who departed recently. I understand how you feel. It won&#8217;t be easy but I know healing will come one day. My sincere condolences.</p>
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		<title>By: Jodi</title>
		<link>http://gruntdoc.com/2006/01/todd.html/comment-page-1#comment-3187</link>
		<dc:creator>Jodi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 05:08:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My condolences on the loss of your friend. I couldn&#039;t imagine losing my best friend, even though I did lose my husband, sorta the same. 
Time doesn&#039;t heal old wounds, just makes them hurt less.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My condolences on the loss of your friend. I couldn&#8217;t imagine losing my best friend, even though I did lose my husband, sorta the same.<br />
Time doesn&#8217;t heal old wounds, just makes them hurt less.</p>
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		<title>By: Aerospace Genius</title>
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		<dc:creator>Aerospace Genius</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 01:07:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As near as I can remember, here&#039;s what I said at his funeral.

You know, I think maybe the finest thing that can be said about anyone is that he or she did an awful lot of good for a lot of other people. And I can say that about Todd.

It would not be fair of me to keep you all here long enough to fully explain all of the good that Todd did for myself and my family, so I hope I can adequately sum it up by saying that Todd went beyond being the best friend I have ever had. He was a brother to us.

Mr. and Mrs. Treadway, ya done good. You raised one of the finest humand beings to ever walk the face of the earth and I&#039;m proud of you. And (wife), I only wish he could still be here for you.

Now we can&#039;t do that for you, but we can remember just what an awesome guy he was and we can try to bring some of that into our own lives. When you find yourself doing something that is just way cooler that you thought you were going to do, you&#039;ll know it was him. He had that effect on people.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As near as I can remember, here&#8217;s what I said at his funeral.</p>
<p>You know, I think maybe the finest thing that can be said about anyone is that he or she did an awful lot of good for a lot of other people. And I can say that about Todd.</p>
<p>It would not be fair of me to keep you all here long enough to fully explain all of the good that Todd did for myself and my family, so I hope I can adequately sum it up by saying that Todd went beyond being the best friend I have ever had. He was a brother to us.</p>
<p>Mr. and Mrs. Treadway, ya done good. You raised one of the finest humand beings to ever walk the face of the earth and I&#8217;m proud of you. And (wife), I only wish he could still be here for you.</p>
<p>Now we can&#8217;t do that for you, but we can remember just what an awesome guy he was and we can try to bring some of that into our own lives. When you find yourself doing something that is just way cooler that you thought you were going to do, you&#8217;ll know it was him. He had that effect on people.</p>
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