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	<title>Comments on: Mom and Alzheimer’s and Dean Martin</title>
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		<title>by: Jewell</title>
		<link>https://www.davidharringtoncampbell.com/mom-and-alzheimer%e2%80%99s-with-dean-martin#comment-13663</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 02:20:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I remember Sanna's eyes the last time I saw her before all of this began.  They were beautiful, on fire with life, loving, and happy.  She and I sat on the swing in the gazebo.  I have loved her all of my life, been energized by her spirit and her desire to live as she wished.  I treasure those and I always will.

I am a phone call away.  I certainly have cried on your shoulder enough.  I love you, dear one.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember Sanna&#8217;s eyes the last time I saw her before all of this began.  They were beautiful, on fire with life, loving, and happy.  She and I sat on the swing in the gazebo.  I have loved her all of my life, been energized by her spirit and her desire to live as she wished.  I treasure those and I always will.</p>
<p>I am a phone call away.  I certainly have cried on your shoulder enough.  I love you, dear one.
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