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	<title>Comments on: The Last Touch</title>
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		<title>By: peterssister</title>
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		<description>I am very comforted by a sweet hug my brother gave me during the last visit home before he died. We were helping my father load furniture into a wagon. It was the same house where we had grown up as kids with so many memories, positive and negative. My dad is very bossy and particular and we were doing a good job of keeping him happy. We were standing in the yard under the big oak trees. I had been e-mailing my brother every day for a couple of years trying to give him support during a very difficult time for him. My dad had gone inside for a minute and my brother came over and gave me a sideways hug and put his head on my shoulder. It was so affectionate and filled with such love and understanding of all we'd gone through and would always go through and how much we loved one another. It meant the world to me as we are not a very physically affectionate family. I know what you mean and I'd give anything to be able to hug my brother again. I still cannot believe that he was killed so violently. He was such a kind soul.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am very comforted by a sweet hug my brother gave me during the last visit home before he died. We were helping my father load furniture into a wagon. It was the same house where we had grown up as kids with so many memories, positive and negative. My dad is very bossy and particular and we were doing a good job of keeping him happy. We were standing in the yard under the big oak trees. I had been e-mailing my brother every day for a couple of years trying to give him support during a very difficult time for him. My dad had gone inside for a minute and my brother came over and gave me a sideways hug and put his head on my shoulder. It was so affectionate and filled with such love and understanding of all we&#8217;d gone through and would always go through and how much we loved one another. It meant the world to me as we are not a very physically affectionate family. I know what you mean and I&#8217;d give anything to be able to hug my brother again. I still cannot believe that he was killed so violently. He was such a kind soul.</p>
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