<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:01:04.256-07:00</updated><category term='hoobastank'/><title type='text'>MaryLou's Page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-8922889000927083952</id><published>2009-03-22T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:25:07.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoobastank'/><title type='text'>Hoobastank</title><content type='html'>I was walking today, innocently enjoying nature and I listened to my walkman again for the first time in months. Maybe it's been a year, I don't remember. Then that song came on again and I almost fast forwarded it. I decided to let it hurt me. I decided to go there to the pain place again. I couldn't resist picking at the scab, and I worked it until my heart bled again. It felt good to know that it's still there. Maybe it hurts even worse now, because it's such an old, deep wound. Anyway, it hurts to hurt and it hurts to not hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is not mortal though, it's quite possible to live with it. That's the shocking thing to me: that pain like this is all just another dimension of life. That seems like such an impossible thing, but it's true. As soon as you take your first breath, you begin a process of learning to carry your pain. What a wonder! We are not supposed to live painless, we are destined to learn to live with our pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Reason"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just wish you could know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You &lt;i&gt;[x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just wish you could know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found out a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for articulating the pain of my regrets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32205658-8922889000927083952?l=maryloublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/8922889000927083952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32205658&amp;postID=8922889000927083952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/8922889000927083952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/8922889000927083952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoobastank.html' title='Hoobastank'/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-9091036895257470423</id><published>2008-12-19T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:44:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still not better</title><content type='html'>Monday was a low day. Can't seem to get back. I hope I never do. Heard from Marilyn yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32205658-9091036895257470423?l=maryloublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/9091036895257470423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32205658&amp;postID=9091036895257470423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/9091036895257470423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/9091036895257470423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-not-better.html' title='Still not better'/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-6510438370146471950</id><published>2007-12-15T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:31:20.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope. Still not better</title><content type='html'>It's still not ok. I don't think it ever will be. I am at peace with that. I can live with this sorrow. I ate dark chocolate and cheese cake for you today. I wore your earrings to the office party. I carried you with me everywhere I went and when I lie down in bed tonight, I will dream of being with you again. I can't wait to be with you again. Only then will I be able to say that it is finally better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you more now, but I'm at peace with that too. When I realize again that I truly cannot pick up the phone and call you, my breath still catches in my chest. A little sob still seeps out at strange times. Mostly in private now, though the right note in a song can still do it. I don't watch movies anymore. I just can't bear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathos is the name of the ache I carry for you now. We struggle on. That's all any of us can do. My god how I ache for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32205658-6510438370146471950?l=maryloublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/6510438370146471950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32205658&amp;postID=6510438370146471950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/6510438370146471950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/6510438370146471950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/2007/12/nope-still-not-better.html' title='Nope. Still not better'/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-3767218214308476562</id><published>2007-09-16T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:41:29.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a Hard Week--Missing her a lot...</title><content type='html'>I heard this song on the way to work Monday. Don't know if 9/11 anniversary also contributed to it, but I was very sad all week. Gotta shake it off. Can't allow myself to go to the dark place. But she's in my heart very much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fall To Pieces" (Velvet Revolver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long year&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone here&lt;br /&gt;I've grown old&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Fell to pieces and I'm still falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;All alone I fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a journal of memories&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I fall to pieces, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Fell to pieces and I'm still falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the years I've tried&lt;br /&gt;With more to go&lt;br /&gt;Will the memories die&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;Will I find you&lt;br /&gt;Can I find you&lt;br /&gt;We're falling down&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;All alone I fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;All alone I fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;All alone I fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Every time I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;All alone I fall to pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32205658-3767218214308476562?l=maryloublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/3767218214308476562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32205658&amp;postID=3767218214308476562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/3767218214308476562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/3767218214308476562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-hard-week-missing-her-lot.html' title='Been a Hard Week--Missing her a lot...'/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-2413309104216494196</id><published>2007-02-24T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:45:23.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/ReBBopzQHlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/RKBlwjdjQc4/s1600-h/IMGP4985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/ReBBopzQHlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/RKBlwjdjQc4/s320/IMGP4985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035096550071606866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's happening. It's going to be over soon. I don't feel as if justice can ever be served. But it does feel like at least one chapter is closing. Another one is beginning. This new chapter will be the chapter of Calvin. He is growing into a very interesting young man. I am working to make sure that I get to spend time with him now so that he'll feel comfortable with me later on--when he needs someone else in his life. I want to make sure that he will be okay, for her sake. He reminds me so much of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32205658-2413309104216494196?l=maryloublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/2413309104216494196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32205658&amp;postID=2413309104216494196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/2413309104216494196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/2413309104216494196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/ReBBopzQHlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/RKBlwjdjQc4/s72-c/IMGP4985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-8908219505484315045</id><published>2007-01-08T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:39:20.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/RaMAQo7LpyI/AAAAAAAAASA/FYRN0jwBruA/s1600-h/IMGP4832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/RaMAQo7LpyI/AAAAAAAAASA/FYRN0jwBruA/s320/IMGP4832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017854695684417314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on my mind tonight, I miss you. LambChop was good, he reminds me so much of you with his devilish humor. He's ok, he's hanging in there. But if you see this, then you must know that better than I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you every day. You are always on my mind. I still look to see a message from you. I cannot get over this. And even though it hurts, I don't think I want to keep living if the pain ever goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, that is true, but it isn't the same here without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32205658-8908219505484315045?l=maryloublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/8908219505484315045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32205658&amp;postID=8908219505484315045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/8908219505484315045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/8908219505484315045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-are-on-my-mind-tonight-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/RaMAQo7LpyI/AAAAAAAAASA/FYRN0jwBruA/s72-c/IMGP4832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-1155310501451115574</id><published>2006-12-15T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:33:29.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/RYNM39V2-0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HwzCDd9jlgU/s1600-h/DSCF0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/RYNM39V2-0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HwzCDd9jlgU/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008931734808886082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you MaryLou. I always will. I had several hundred people taste chocolate of all types for you today. Just hope that you know, I'll never forget. I'll never be over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32205658-1155310501451115574?l=maryloublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/1155310501451115574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32205658&amp;postID=1155310501451115574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/1155310501451115574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/1155310501451115574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-you-marylou.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/RYNM39V2-0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/HwzCDd9jlgU/s72-c/DSCF0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-3515953452319614439</id><published>2006-12-07T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:36:14.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 40th birthday, Pee Wee. I miss you, but I'm hoping that wherever you are, they are serving you chocolate and giving you kittens to play with. I hope you are singing arias with Amadeus and dancing to Beethoven across the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32205658-3515953452319614439?l=maryloublog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/feeds/3515953452319614439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32205658&amp;postID=3515953452319614439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/3515953452319614439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32205658/posts/default/3515953452319614439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryloublog.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-40th-birthday-pee-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pg6Q6KetlTQ/S-68LRFWe0I/AAAAAAAADV4/esfUDb8wEQ4/S220/6387_100558279960903_100000201942489_14894_5585403_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32205658.post-115473810387103127</id><published>2006-08-04T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:16:55.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First new post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/2126/1600/All%20Photos%20316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/916/2126/320/All%20Photos%20316.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The CAT CLUB NEWS just didn't pan out. The neices and nephews never wrote. So I'll go on. I'll add more to this as the year progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an excerpt on the email I just sent back to Freida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just played the song for Jim and Randy. Randy had to leave the room, Jim just pooled up and said, "I've been thinking of Loop all day." and he choked up as he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it hurts like I said yesterday, it feels good to keep hurting. I don't want to ever get to the place where it doesn't hurt like hell, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have no choice and I have to go on--have to keep "being successful" or whatever. But I want to let you know that like you, "I'm still so there" and I hope I always am. I dread the day, fear the day when this is all just a memory to me and her existence just brings a "warm glow" of rememberence. 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