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> <channel><title>Comments on: Smiles</title> <atom:link href="http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/</link> <description>Single Mom Dating? Real advice from a real single mom.</description> <lastBuildDate>Thu, 24 May 2012 13:52:15 +0000</lastBuildDate> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1</generator> <item><title>By: PerfectDateNow.info - A lesson in love</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-34803</link> <dc:creator>PerfectDateNow.info - A lesson in love</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 17:02:27 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-34803</guid> <description>[...] My father and I were folding laundry, the piles were up to our knees. [...]</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] My father and I were folding laundry, the piles were up to our knees. [...]</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: A lesson in love &#124; Single Mom &#124; Single Mom Blog &#124; Ms. Single Mama</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-34726</link> <dc:creator>A lesson in love &#124; Single Mom &#124; Single Mom Blog &#124; Ms. Single Mama</dc:creator> <pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 11:06:51 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-34726</guid> <description>[...] fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); }(document, &#039;script&#039;, &#039;facebook-jssdk&#039;)); My father and I were folding laundry, the piles were up to our knees.It had been a particularly rough week in [...]</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); }(document, &#039;script&#039;, &#039;facebook-jssdk&#039;)); My father and I were folding laundry, the piles were up to our knees.It had been a particularly rough week in [...]</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: A reminder. &#124; Single Mom &#124; Single Mom Blog &#124; Ms. Single Mama</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-26663</link> <dc:creator>A reminder. &#124; Single Mom &#124; Single Mom Blog &#124; Ms. Single Mama</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 14:05:27 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-26663</guid> <description>[...] fortune is a sharp dagger in the pit of my stomach that feels raw again every time Benjamin asks, &#8220;Where is my grandpa?&#8221; The questions are growing more frequent as he gets older and more curious. I answer as best as I am [...]</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] fortune is a sharp dagger in the pit of my stomach that feels raw again every time Benjamin asks, &#8220;Where is my grandpa?&#8221; The questions are growing more frequent as he gets older and more curious. I answer as best as I am [...]</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: amy</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-26157</link> <dc:creator>amy</dc:creator> <pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 05:36:45 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-26157</guid> <description>You lost your wonderful Dad way too soon and way too young for both of you.
I love his mantra though and try to practice it daily :)  Being happy and nice has such such wonderful rewards...  Making someone smile so priceless..</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You lost your wonderful Dad way too soon and way too young for both of you.</p><p>I love his mantra though and try to practice it daily <img
src='http://mssinglemama.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> Being happy and nice has such such wonderful rewards&#8230;  Making someone smile so priceless..</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: A line of b.s. &#124; Single Mom &#124; Single Mom Blog &#124; Ms. Single Mama</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-26142</link> <dc:creator>A line of b.s. &#124; Single Mom &#124; Single Mom Blog &#124; Ms. Single Mama</dc:creator> <pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 22:32:35 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-26142</guid> <description>[...] a running grandma to snap a kid out of a funk.Especially when she is headed right for you.  I know wherever my Dad is, he must be missing her like crazy.She talks about him all of the time. Still, twelve years later. [...]</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] a running grandma to snap a kid out of a funk.Especially when she is headed right for you.  I know wherever my Dad is, he must be missing her like crazy.She talks about him all of the time. Still, twelve years later. [...]</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Fathers Day &#124; Ms. Single Mama</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-18071</link> <dc:creator>Fathers Day &#124; Ms. Single Mama</dc:creator> <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 13:17:00 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-18071</guid> <description>[...] are very few fathers I&#8217;ve met in my life who can hold a candle to my own, but Papa Bear is one of [...]</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] are very few fathers I&#8217;ve met in my life who can hold a candle to my own, but Papa Bear is one of [...]</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: On Miraculous Things</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-17150</link> <dc:creator>On Miraculous Things</dc:creator> <pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2010 03:04:08 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-17150</guid> <description>[...] He&#8217;s been gone for 11 years now. If only he could meet John. Maybe he has. John does have Dad&#8217;s middle name &#8211; Raymond. [...]</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] He&#8217;s been gone for 11 years now. If only he could meet John. Maybe he has. John does have Dad&#8217;s middle name &#8211; Raymond. [...]</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Working Single Mom</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-15135</link> <dc:creator>Working Single Mom</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 04:40:18 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-15135</guid> <description>[...] months fly by and I wonder when they will turn into years flying by. The end. I hate thinking about the end and I don&#8217;t want it to get here (not [...]</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] months fly by and I wonder when they will turn into years flying by. The end. I hate thinking about the end and I don&#8217;t want it to get here (not [...]</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Etsy Finds for Christmas</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-14777</link> <dc:creator>Etsy Finds for Christmas</dc:creator> <pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 13:50:22 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-14777</guid> <description>[...] a big fan of smiles. When there aren&#8217;t enough, or when they&#8217;re fake or forced, I shrivel up like a dying [...]</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] a big fan of smiles. When there aren&#8217;t enough, or when they&#8217;re fake or forced, I shrivel up like a dying [...]</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> <item><title>By: Valerie</title><link>http://mssinglemama.com/2009/06/16/smiles/#comment-12740</link> <dc:creator>Valerie</dc:creator> <pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 06:25:21 +0000</pubDate> <guid
isPermaLink="false">http://mssinglemama.com/?p=3799#comment-12740</guid> <description>Annelise,
Your father was nothing less than Raymond&#039;s best friend. I will never forget driving to your home for the funeral. Except for Mozart&#039;s Requiem on the stereo, it was a quiet ride filled with the emptiness of profound loss. &quot;Why,&quot; he asked, &quot;why?&quot;
Raymond missed his big brother in so many ways. How many times he would say, if only Les was alive. Your father was our adviser, our friend and our &quot;go to man&quot; with questions big and small. I remember well those first dates -- accompanied by both brothers! We had so many good times. . . .  Laughing through the streets of Chicago, Second City, Rush Street, Lake Michigan . . . we had so many good times . . . there are so many good stories!!
They were remarkable men . . . so different and so much alike. . . considerate, kind and loving. However, Les had a droll sense of humor. Your parents visited soon after Anna was born . . . she cried that entire weekend. Our house was small, it was winter, so I would walk my sweet but loud baby outside in the snow so that the others might have a few moments of peace. Les insisted that we go out for dinner so I would not have to cook - but Anna hated the restaurant so we went for a long walk. As Les was ready to leave, he paused, turned around and looked at me and asked, &quot;Does she ever stop crying?&quot; I answered, &quot;No.&quot;  We all laughed!
The most important thing I remember about your Dad is that if we ever needed anything, he would help without question. It is not too often in life that we can say that. Since Raymond died, I have wished so many times that Leslie was still only a phone call away for advice and kind words -- and even his biting humor!
I cannot imagine your deep sense of longing. . . Just know that your father was remarkable - a trusted friend and devoted brother. Indeed, Raymond would often say that Les taught him just about everything that he needed to know!</description> <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Annelise,<br
/> Your father was nothing less than Raymond&#8217;s best friend. I will never forget driving to your home for the funeral. Except for Mozart&#8217;s Requiem on the stereo, it was a quiet ride filled with the emptiness of profound loss. &#8220;Why,&#8221; he asked, &#8220;why?&#8221;<br
/> Raymond missed his big brother in so many ways. How many times he would say, if only Les was alive. Your father was our adviser, our friend and our &#8220;go to man&#8221; with questions big and small. I remember well those first dates &#8212; accompanied by both brothers! We had so many good times. . . .  Laughing through the streets of Chicago, Second City, Rush Street, Lake Michigan . . . we had so many good times . . . there are so many good stories!!</p><p>They were remarkable men . . . so different and so much alike. . . considerate, kind and loving. However, Les had a droll sense of humor. Your parents visited soon after Anna was born . . . she cried that entire weekend. Our house was small, it was winter, so I would walk my sweet but loud baby outside in the snow so that the others might have a few moments of peace. Les insisted that we go out for dinner so I would not have to cook &#8211; but Anna hated the restaurant so we went for a long walk. As Les was ready to leave, he paused, turned around and looked at me and asked, &#8220;Does she ever stop crying?&#8221; I answered, &#8220;No.&#8221;  We all laughed!</p><p>The most important thing I remember about your Dad is that if we ever needed anything, he would help without question. It is not too often in life that we can say that. Since Raymond died, I have wished so many times that Leslie was still only a phone call away for advice and kind words &#8212; and even his biting humor!</p><p>I cannot imagine your deep sense of longing. . . Just know that your father was remarkable &#8211; a trusted friend and devoted brother. Indeed, Raymond would often say that Les taught him just about everything that he needed to know!</p> ]]></content:encoded> </item> </channel> </rss>
