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January 20, 2011

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emiglia

Cath,

I am so sorry for the terrible time you've been going through over the course of the past year. I hope that 2011 brings you comfort and happiness. Even with the sad subject matter, I'm always glad to see that you've posted. I hope that soon your writing will creep back to you and find you. Until then, know that there are people--even people you've never met--who care about you and hope you will feel more like yourself in the coming weeks.

Jamie

Amazing post Cath. You had me in tears. I recently had a dream where my mom came to visit me, and as you predicted, I woke up in tears. Yet I still wish she'd come visit me every night. :(

Jaspreet

Really beautiful and moving. I am thinking of you!

ella

So beautiful! Makes me want to go and eat fried chicken wings with my dad too while I still can...thanks

Jean Intrabartolo

I enjoyed eating fried chicken in memory of your father today, Kiki. When my dad died, I would wish to see him, again, too. I couldn't get beyond the image of him at his wake and the funeral home, and I always ended up in tears. As time passed, my mind started to replace those images with those of him playing the piano, bragging about his two daughters, laughing, and eating his favorite food, macaroni goulash. It was at that point, that I began hearing him call to me at night. This was a few years after his funeral. Now, I often hear "Jeannie," when I'm about to fall asleep, and it's his voice, his inflection, etc. I sleep easy after that. You will, too.

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