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	<title>Comments on: I Still Look For Your Fingerprints Part II</title>
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		<title>By: K</title>
		<link>http://www.dyers.org/blog/archives/2007/08/27/i-still-look-for-your-fingerprints-part-ii/#comment-26233</link>
		<dc:creator>K</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 14:27:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am afraid to look at that blog post. I may do it later on ...

This post made me think of my grandma, who was essentially my parent along with my mom.  I miss her every day and it's the tiny, seemingly insignificant moments, her almost mournful humming in the mornings as she made breakfast, her little sayings and jokes that I've seemed to pick up myself in adulthood. Those are the things that stick with me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am afraid to look at that blog post. I may do it later on &#8230;</p>
<p>This post made me think of my grandma, who was essentially my parent along with my mom.  I miss her every day and it&#8217;s the tiny, seemingly insignificant moments, her almost mournful humming in the mornings as she made breakfast, her little sayings and jokes that I&#8217;ve seemed to pick up myself in adulthood. Those are the things that stick with me.</p>
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		<title>By: Jon</title>
		<link>http://www.dyers.org/blog/archives/2007/08/27/i-still-look-for-your-fingerprints-part-ii/#comment-26161</link>
		<dc:creator>Jon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 02:05:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Kerry.  I accidentally came across the Chris post just last week and welled right up like a baby girl.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Kerry.  I accidentally came across the Chris post just last week and welled right up like a baby girl.</p>
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		<title>By: Kerry</title>
		<link>http://www.dyers.org/blog/archives/2007/08/27/i-still-look-for-your-fingerprints-part-ii/#comment-26135</link>
		<dc:creator>Kerry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 23:27:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>jesus that's intense.  too intense.
the blog is just really... well, intense.

and, i don't know if this answers your question, but it's never the big things in chris's life i remember..nor the moments caught on film.  it's the little tiny moments that no one realized were moments at the time.  so, perhaps you're right; it is the idle moments that make us what we are.  it's at least true in my memories of chris.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>jesus that&#8217;s intense.  too intense.<br />
the blog is just really&#8230; well, intense.</p>
<p>and, i don&#8217;t know if this answers your question, but it&#8217;s never the big things in chris&#8217;s life i remember..nor the moments caught on film.  it&#8217;s the little tiny moments that no one realized were moments at the time.  so, perhaps you&#8217;re right; it is the idle moments that make us what we are.  it&#8217;s at least true in my memories of chris.</p>
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