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		<title>By: Alice</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/heather/five-weeks/#comment-10368</link>
		<dc:creator>Alice</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 01:52:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hate this for you. I am so sorry. She was the most beautiful little girl.

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

The answers quick &amp; keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hate this for you. I am so sorry. She was the most beautiful little girl.</p>
<p>Dirge Without Music</p>
<p>I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.<br />
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:<br />
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned<br />
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.</p>
<p>Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.<br />
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.<br />
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,<br />
A formula, a phrase remains, &#8212; but the best is lost.</p>
<p>The answers quick &amp; keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,<br />
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled<br />
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.<br />
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.</p>
<p>Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave<br />
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;<br />
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.<br />
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.</p>
<p>-Edna St. Vincent Millay</p>
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		<title>By: Mary</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/heather/five-weeks/#comment-10367</link>
		<dc:creator>Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 13:34:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I will say none of those things...I just continue to keep you all in my thoughts.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I will say none of those things&#8230;I just continue to keep you all in my thoughts.</p>
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		<title>By: Katrina</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/heather/five-weeks/#comment-10366</link>
		<dc:creator>Katrina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 16:56:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can&#039;t imagine the pain you are feeling right now and I can&#039;t imagine how it would be OK.  I do hope that you are able to find just as much joy in the memories as you find pain.

I have been reading your blog for a while and haven&#039;t commented because I don&#039;t know what to say.  I come because I didn&#039;t know Maddie during her short life, but I enjoy getting to know her through your memories of the small things.  The things that seemed too inconsequential to blog about before and I smile about those small things.  The things that make me remember that it is about the small things, that the small things matter and I need to soak them all in.  Thank you so much for sharing.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katrina&#8217;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://frogemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/monster.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Monster...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can&#8217;t imagine the pain you are feeling right now and I can&#8217;t imagine how it would be OK.  I do hope that you are able to find just as much joy in the memories as you find pain.</p>
<p>I have been reading your blog for a while and haven&#8217;t commented because I don&#8217;t know what to say.  I come because I didn&#8217;t know Maddie during her short life, but I enjoy getting to know her through your memories of the small things.  The things that seemed too inconsequential to blog about before and I smile about those small things.  The things that make me remember that it is about the small things, that the small things matter and I need to soak them all in.  Thank you so much for sharing.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Katrina&#8217;s last blog post..<a href="http://frogemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/monster.html" rel="nofollow">Monster&#8230;</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Leita Reyna</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/heather/five-weeks/#comment-10365</link>
		<dc:creator>Leita Reyna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 16:40:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love to you Heather!  It just doesn&#039;t seem right that someone has to go through so much pain.  I am praying for you guys!  Gosh, I always manage to have tears on my face when I read your blog... thank you for sharing- I know there must be people out there going through the same thing who read your blog and feel that they are not alone- feel some sort of relief that you are living and sharing your feelings.

Hugs, Leita

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leita Reyna&#8217;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://leitaslifelines.blogspot.com/2009/04/care-from-4-year-old.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Care from a 4 Year Old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love to you Heather!  It just doesn&#8217;t seem right that someone has to go through so much pain.  I am praying for you guys!  Gosh, I always manage to have tears on my face when I read your blog&#8230; thank you for sharing- I know there must be people out there going through the same thing who read your blog and feel that they are not alone- feel some sort of relief that you are living and sharing your feelings.</p>
<p>Hugs, Leita</p>
<p><abbr><em>Leita Reyna&#8217;s last blog post..<a href="http://leitaslifelines.blogspot.com/2009/04/care-from-4-year-old.html" rel="nofollow">Care from a 4 Year Old</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Cam</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 01:02:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We cry and we mourn and we listen, Heather. We&#039;re listening.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We cry and we mourn and we listen, Heather. We&#8217;re listening.</p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/heather/five-weeks/#comment-10363</link>
		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 00:15:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have no words. I wish I can hold you as you cry.  Virtual doesn&#039;t seem like enough.
Know I am still praying for you.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Susan&#8217;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://lilmomthatcould.com/2009/05/16/one-word-saturday-3/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;One Word Saturday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have no words. I wish I can hold you as you cry.  Virtual doesn&#8217;t seem like enough.<br />
Know I am still praying for you.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Susan&#8217;s last blog post..<a href="http://lilmomthatcould.com/2009/05/16/one-word-saturday-3/" rel="nofollow">One Word Saturday</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Susan @ 2KoP</title>
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		<dc:creator>Susan @ 2KoP</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 01:39:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It&#039;s NOT OK. There is nothing about it that is OK.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Susan @ 2KoP&#8217;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://2kop.blogspot.com/2009/05/confused-by-muse.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Confused by the Muse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s NOT OK. There is nothing about it that is OK.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Susan @ 2KoP&#8217;s last blog post..<a href="http://2kop.blogspot.com/2009/05/confused-by-muse.html" rel="nofollow">Confused by the Muse</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Kristin</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/heather/five-weeks/#comment-10361</link>
		<dc:creator>Kristin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 22:04:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tears......just tears.  :(</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tears&#8230;&#8230;just tears.  <img src='http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Krissy</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/heather/five-weeks/#comment-10360</link>
		<dc:creator>Krissy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 16:02:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Heather.

Please know that I have the same thoughts of you.  I wish this was a bad nightmare and you woke up with Maddie in your arms.  I wish Maddie was still crawling around your house and sleeping on your shoulder.  I wish all of this as well.  I wish you never knew the pain of losing a daughter.  I do not know if you will never feel the hurt.  I know you are feeling it NOW.  I want to say someday it will be better, but how can I say that without knowing?  And I want answers too.  Why?  Why did she have to go???  The best possible place for her is in her parents arms.  But clearly, she really is in a beautiful place and the answers are for now, unknown.

I&#039;m praying for you.  Praying for some peace.  For something to make things look brighter one day.  I don&#039;t know how they will, but I have faith in God and Maddie.  They will see you through.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Krissy&#8217;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://firecrackermomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-cracker-like-me-been-doing.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;What&#039;s a Cracker like me been doing???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Heather.</p>
<p>Please know that I have the same thoughts of you.  I wish this was a bad nightmare and you woke up with Maddie in your arms.  I wish Maddie was still crawling around your house and sleeping on your shoulder.  I wish all of this as well.  I wish you never knew the pain of losing a daughter.  I do not know if you will never feel the hurt.  I know you are feeling it NOW.  I want to say someday it will be better, but how can I say that without knowing?  And I want answers too.  Why?  Why did she have to go???  The best possible place for her is in her parents arms.  But clearly, she really is in a beautiful place and the answers are for now, unknown.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m praying for you.  Praying for some peace.  For something to make things look brighter one day.  I don&#8217;t know how they will, but I have faith in God and Maddie.  They will see you through.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Krissy&#8217;s last blog post..<a href="http://firecrackermomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-cracker-like-me-been-doing.html" rel="nofollow">What&#8217;s a Cracker like me been doing???</a></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Alexandra</title>
		<link>http://thespohrsaremultiplying.com/heather/five-weeks/#comment-10359</link>
		<dc:creator>Alexandra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 03:09:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, Heather, I don&#039;t know what to say. This burden of pain is so beyond anything I can imagine. Please, please, if you need someone to listen to you, I will! Andif you need someone to always be on the other side to read what is tearing your heart apart, I will. You poor, poor woman: this is too much for a human heart to bear.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, Heather, I don&#8217;t know what to say. This burden of pain is so beyond anything I can imagine. Please, please, if you need someone to listen to you, I will! Andif you need someone to always be on the other side to read what is tearing your heart apart, I will. You poor, poor woman: this is too much for a human heart to bear.</p>
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