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	<title>Comments on: children and funerals</title>
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		<title>By: Reality Me &#187; Whchall find winda leave da house</title>
		<link>http://domesticpsychology.com/blog/2007/03/13/children-and-funerals/comment-page-1/#comment-15848</link>
		<dc:creator>Reality Me &#187; Whchall find winda leave da house</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 01:43:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Great Granny was honored very well at the chapel service. She was loved. The preacher gave a wonderful tribute. We celebrated her life rather than mourning her death. Her mother passed when Maedelle was 10 years old so she helped raise her siblings yet still managed to put herself through school and college at the University of Tennessee. But Cathy says all that better than I possibly could in her tribute posts and stories (none of which mention vaginal dryness): This is a part of life too, Spending the weekend with family (live and otherwise), Trees and Fields, You know you&#8217;re in the rural south when&#8230;, Even worse than a poop story, Random scattered thoughts, Small small world, Children and funerals, and Finally, the cemetery. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Great Granny was honored very well at the chapel service. She was loved. The preacher gave a wonderful tribute. We celebrated her life rather than mourning her death. Her mother passed when Maedelle was 10 years old so she helped raise her siblings yet still managed to put herself through school and college at the University of Tennessee. But Cathy says all that better than I possibly could in her tribute posts and stories (none of which mention vaginal dryness): This is a part of life too, Spending the weekend with family (live and otherwise), Trees and Fields, You know you&#8217;re in the rural south when&#8230;, Even worse than a poop story, Random scattered thoughts, Small small world, Children and funerals, and Finally, the cemetery. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Jeni</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jeni</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 19:26:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My parents didn&#039;t shield us from death either. I can still remember going to many, many funerals as a small child.  I think children need to understand that death is part of life. I have a friend that, at the age of 21, the first funeral she went to was my mother&#039;s.    

And &quot;The best place to be in the funeral home was the kitchen. That was where you could play, eat and forget the purpose of the day.&quot;  I can vividly remember sitting in the kitchen of the funeral home where all my relatives had their funerals, and playing with Silly Putty with my cousins, or snacking on the veggie and fruit trays.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My parents didn&#8217;t shield us from death either. I can still remember going to many, many funerals as a small child.  I think children need to understand that death is part of life. I have a friend that, at the age of 21, the first funeral she went to was my mother&#8217;s.    </p>
<p>And &#8220;The best place to be in the funeral home was the kitchen. That was where you could play, eat and forget the purpose of the day.&#8221;  I can vividly remember sitting in the kitchen of the funeral home where all my relatives had their funerals, and playing with Silly Putty with my cousins, or snacking on the veggie and fruit trays.</p>
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