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	<title>Comments on: Going To The Chapel</title>
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		<title>By: jaxia</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2004 10:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I appreciate you sharing that with me.  I am glad that you were able to find a better place and speak with your father.  I quit talking to my dad for 5 years over something that seemed so important at the time and seems so silly now.  Once I got over the inital hurt, pride would not let me take the step.  A few years ago, he was in ICU for a few days and I didn't find out until he was out.  I finally realized that my pride was not worth it, and so we talk now on a regular basis and are working on our relationship.

There was another time in my life where I went 2 years without talking to my mother.  Some things happened, and I realized I would be sad if something happened to her and I did not see her and so I invited her back into my life.  The problem is my mother is not a very positive individual and even with all the miles between Dallas and Houston, she still manages to wreak havoc in my life if I allow her to be a part of it.

I hope that a day will come where things can be different, but today is not that day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I appreciate you sharing that with me.  I am glad that you were able to find a better place and speak with your father.  I quit talking to my dad for 5 years over something that seemed so important at the time and seems so silly now.  Once I got over the inital hurt, pride would not let me take the step.  A few years ago, he was in ICU for a few days and I didn&#8217;t find out until he was out.  I finally realized that my pride was not worth it, and so we talk now on a regular basis and are working on our relationship.</p>
<p>There was another time in my life where I went 2 years without talking to my mother.  Some things happened, and I realized I would be sad if something happened to her and I did not see her and so I invited her back into my life.  The problem is my mother is not a very positive individual and even with all the miles between Dallas and Houston, she still manages to wreak havoc in my life if I allow her to be a part of it.</p>
<p>I hope that a day will come where things can be different, but today is not that day.</p>
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		<title>By: princessvespa</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2004 08:42:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had not seen my father in about 15 years - up until about May or June. Sometime 3 years ago, I was informed that he had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. He didnt want to see his daughters (my sisters and I) because he said we were seeing him because he was probably dying. 

I didnt know what to think or feel when hearing about him having this illness. I was strangely numb. 

He called not long ago out of the blue to tell me my grandmother was dying and that he wanted to see us again - or at least hear our voices. I met him a few weeks later at the funeral home in Conroe. It was VERY VERY good to see him and the rest of my family whom I had not seen in FOREVER. 

We also had a few days to chat. I didnt get to really speak with him because my talk-a-holic sister grabbed most of his time but I did get to get some things out into the open and let the healing begin - especially with my step-mother. 

Anyway... that is what happened to me. Things may not always work out the same between you and your mother - but at least give it the chance. IF you want. 15 years for me to hold on to something or against someone really did a number on me mentally. Please dont let the same thing happen to you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had not seen my father in about 15 years - up until about May or June. Sometime 3 years ago, I was informed that he had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. He didnt want to see his daughters (my sisters and I) because he said we were seeing him because he was probably dying. </p>
<p>I didnt know what to think or feel when hearing about him having this illness. I was strangely numb. </p>
<p>He called not long ago out of the blue to tell me my grandmother was dying and that he wanted to see us again - or at least hear our voices. I met him a few weeks later at the funeral home in Conroe. It was VERY VERY good to see him and the rest of my family whom I had not seen in FOREVER. </p>
<p>We also had a few days to chat. I didnt get to really speak with him because my talk-a-holic sister grabbed most of his time but I did get to get some things out into the open and let the healing begin - especially with my step-mother. </p>
<p>Anyway&#8230; that is what happened to me. Things may not always work out the same between you and your mother - but at least give it the chance. IF you want. 15 years for me to hold on to something or against someone really did a number on me mentally. Please dont let the same thing happen to you.</p>
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