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		<title>By: Robin Howe</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-30295</link>
		<dc:creator>Robin Howe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 16:30:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>SWEET!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>SWEET!!</p>
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		<title>By: Donna W</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-29621</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 00:50:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you Skye!  Have fun with your time with Denise on the radio program! I will have to listen to the show later on!
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The Hands of Time&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you Skye!  Have fun with your time with Denise on the radio program! I will have to listen to the show later on!<br />
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html" rel="nofollow">The Hands of Time</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Skye</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-29566</link>
		<dc:creator>Skye</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 18:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That was beautiful. Very heart-felt and loving. Bless you!
.-= Skye&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://thelanfords.com/another-day-another-doctor/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Another day, another doctor&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That was beautiful. Very heart-felt and loving. Bless you!<br />
.-= Skye&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://thelanfords.com/another-day-another-doctor/" rel="nofollow">Another day, another doctor</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna W</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-29083</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 18:18:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Boy, last week was interesting, but I needed to get through it by writing, and then be able to do this blog.  Hopefully this will be a better week, and get more writing done!
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The Hands of Time&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Boy, last week was interesting, but I needed to get through it by writing, and then be able to do this blog.  Hopefully this will be a better week, and get more writing done!<br />
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html" rel="nofollow">The Hands of Time</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna W</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-29082</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 18:16:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>These are things that normally wouldn&#039;t be thought of again for most people, but evidently they have all had some type of impact on me to be able to bring them to the forefront of my thoughts at this time, and some of them have been remembered through the years too.
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The Hands of Time&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>These are things that normally wouldn&#8217;t be thought of again for most people, but evidently they have all had some type of impact on me to be able to bring them to the forefront of my thoughts at this time, and some of them have been remembered through the years too.<br />
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html" rel="nofollow">The Hands of Time</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna W</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-29081</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 18:13:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I tried as long as I could to help mom retain as much independence as she could, but I would become blinded to the fact that there were an increasing number of things she could not do.  Changes were happening, and adapting to these changes was hard for me to accept.  I would&#039;t see them, until it got to where I was forced to see them and make changes in how I handled each thing.  Now, there is not much left to change, she is 100% care, and most time spent in bed as her weight goes down....

I have grandkids over each week, so I have for several years had to factor them into the schedule of things.  I don&#039;t entertain, this is more of a nursing facility with all it&#039;s sights and odors, so having company is not too often, unless it is a close family or friend who might stop by, and that is not often.
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The Hands of Time&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I tried as long as I could to help mom retain as much independence as she could, but I would become blinded to the fact that there were an increasing number of things she could not do.  Changes were happening, and adapting to these changes was hard for me to accept.  I would&#8217;t see them, until it got to where I was forced to see them and make changes in how I handled each thing.  Now, there is not much left to change, she is 100% care, and most time spent in bed as her weight goes down&#8230;.</p>
<p>I have grandkids over each week, so I have for several years had to factor them into the schedule of things.  I don&#8217;t entertain, this is more of a nursing facility with all it&#8217;s sights and odors, so having company is not too often, unless it is a close family or friend who might stop by, and that is not often.<br />
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html" rel="nofollow">The Hands of Time</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna W</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-29080</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 18:07:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you Sharon!
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The Hands of Time&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you Sharon!<br />
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html" rel="nofollow">The Hands of Time</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna W</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-29079</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna W</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 18:06:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I realized yesterday that the more intimate and personal things I write about mom or mom and me, are the things I have never or can&#039;t talk to her about.  In a household of no communication or emotions shown, relationships suffered.  Even though mom and I were close, because I was the youngest, there was still not that open show of emotion, no hugs, kisses or I love you&#039;s, until I became an adult.  So, all these experiences past and present have to be written because they express how I think and feel about my mom.
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The Hands of Time&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I realized yesterday that the more intimate and personal things I write about mom or mom and me, are the things I have never or can&#8217;t talk to her about.  In a household of no communication or emotions shown, relationships suffered.  Even though mom and I were close, because I was the youngest, there was still not that open show of emotion, no hugs, kisses or I love you&#8217;s, until I became an adult.  So, all these experiences past and present have to be written because they express how I think and feel about my mom.<br />
.-= Donna W&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheBearHugWaltz/~3/yI4xxlOys2E/hands-of-time.html" rel="nofollow">The Hands of Time</a> =-.</p>
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		<title>By: Sharon</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-28927</link>
		<dc:creator>Sharon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 18:32:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful blog, Donna!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful blog, Donna!</p>
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		<title>By: Donna</title>
		<link>http://www.caregiving.com/2010/03/the-hands-of-time/comment-page-1/#comment-28921</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 17:54:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Donna...as usual a very touching and heartfelt story and again a very inspiraitonal one...
you all know I am the family member with the sense of humor in here so had I written this piece I would have included the spanking mom used her hands on Donna as well as all the loving times.  I was a handful even back then lol...However...it is very funny because I usually after dinner sit on the couch and watch television with Mom and she normally goes into bed at 8:00 after wheel of fortune and when she passes me to go into her room she always pats me on the head and says goodnight....its very touching...you almost feel like the little girl again sometimes.  Bette I do understand the compassion as well. Mom cant see colors well anymore and her hands cannot choose her own outfits...we try to place the outfits on the hangers so it gives her some independance...she at times has trouble using her hands to dial the phone even with with the large numbers phone we purchased for her.  and choices forget...I have to guide her along...but your right...Donna hang on to those compassionate pats...but also use your hands and applaud yourself as I am doing for you right now.  Not only are you a terrific daughter you write so beautifully and teach us all something new every post:)..In my posts I try to encourage us all to find some happiness during this sadness and hopefully together we compliment each other so we can all get through the days somehow:)my hands are clapping to you once again my friend!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Donna&#8230;as usual a very touching and heartfelt story and again a very inspiraitonal one&#8230;<br />
you all know I am the family member with the sense of humor in here so had I written this piece I would have included the spanking mom used her hands on Donna as well as all the loving times.  I was a handful even back then lol&#8230;However&#8230;it is very funny because I usually after dinner sit on the couch and watch television with Mom and she normally goes into bed at 8:00 after wheel of fortune and when she passes me to go into her room she always pats me on the head and says goodnight&#8230;.its very touching&#8230;you almost feel like the little girl again sometimes.  Bette I do understand the compassion as well. Mom cant see colors well anymore and her hands cannot choose her own outfits&#8230;we try to place the outfits on the hangers so it gives her some independance&#8230;she at times has trouble using her hands to dial the phone even with with the large numbers phone we purchased for her.  and choices forget&#8230;I have to guide her along&#8230;but your right&#8230;Donna hang on to those compassionate pats&#8230;but also use your hands and applaud yourself as I am doing for you right now.  Not only are you a terrific daughter you write so beautifully and teach us all something new every post:)..In my posts I try to encourage us all to find some happiness during this sadness and hopefully together we compliment each other so we can all get through the days somehow:)my hands are clapping to you once again my friend!!</p>
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