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  <subtitle>Much ado about the usual nothing.</subtitle>
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    <title>For Jody, who will see this eventually -</title>
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    <published>2004-03-15T20:24:50+00:00</published>
    <updated>2008-02-09T19:59:29+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
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    <category term="best" />
    <category term="births" />
    <category term="death" />
    <category term="grief" />
    <category term="poetry" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>first breath:<br />
joy, laughter, jubilance, tears<br />
photo ops<br />
congratulatory cards<br />
bassinets and sleep deprivation</p>
<p>first love:<br />
nervousness, sweating, jubilance, tears<br />
and everything in between<br />
photo ops<br />
secret letters<br />
stolen kisses and forever promises</p>
<p>first loss:<br />
disbelief, numbness, anger, tears<br />
no photos<br />
just flowers<br />
and wondering how it all went so fast<br />
from that to this</p>
<blockquote><p>Jody's father passed away this morning.  The <a href="/node/1095">expectation of a thing</a> does not always ease the sorrow of its arrival, though.  Details soon.</p>
</blockquote>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>first breath:<br />
joy, laughter, jubilance, tears<br />
photo ops<br />
congratulatory cards<br />
bassinets and sleep deprivation</p>
<p>first love:<br />
nervousness, sweating, jubilance, tears<br />
and everything in between<br />
photo ops<br />
secret letters<br />
stolen kisses and forever promises</p>
<p>first loss:<br />
disbelief, numbness, anger, tears<br />
no photos<br />
just flowers<br />
and wondering how it all went so fast<br />
from that to this</p>
<blockquote><p>Jody's father passed away this morning.  The <a href="/node/1095">expectation of a thing</a> does not always ease the sorrow of its arrival, though.  Details soon.</p></blockquote>
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