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		By: Lil Mager Reidenberg		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I concider myself a winner because I have no regrets of how I treated the best Mother in the world.  I never missed telling her how much I loved her up to the day she died.  She is always in my heart!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I concider myself a winner because I have no regrets of how I treated the best Mother in the world.  I never missed telling her how much I loved her up to the day she died.  She is always in my heart!</p>
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		By: Rhonda Richards		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[This one once again brought tears to my eyes it hit so close to home.  For many years, I would feel guilty for not sending my mother a card or gift for her birthday or mother&#039;s day.  (She always remembered us). One year I called her right after Mother&#039;s Day to find out what she did since I was not able to get in touch with her all that Sunday.  She told me she did not want to spend another lonely special Sunday by herself so she went out by herself.  She told me after several people asked her if she had children, she got annoyed enough and went home but not before pulling off the side of the road to cry.  While she was crying, a policeman pulled up behind her and wanted to know if everything was okay.  The last thing he said was &quot;Have a happy Mother&#039;s Day.&quot;  I think the years I never acknowledged her special days are the days of my guilt for ever.  Guilt, which is so hard to let go of.  I tried to explain how important these days are to my children--not for big gifts but for an acknowledgement. A phone call does mean so much.  So please call your mother today to tell her how much you love her before it is too late!

P.S.  I did talk to my mother about four times a week which both my brothers said was much more then they did and they really regretted it.  Because of this closeness, I knew how much she was hurt, but was too much of a lady to say anything.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This one once again brought tears to my eyes it hit so close to home.  For many years, I would feel guilty for not sending my mother a card or gift for her birthday or mother&#8217;s day.  (She always remembered us). One year I called her right after Mother&#8217;s Day to find out what she did since I was not able to get in touch with her all that Sunday.  She told me she did not want to spend another lonely special Sunday by herself so she went out by herself.  She told me after several people asked her if she had children, she got annoyed enough and went home but not before pulling off the side of the road to cry.  While she was crying, a policeman pulled up behind her and wanted to know if everything was okay.  The last thing he said was &#8220;Have a happy Mother&#8217;s Day.&#8221;  I think the years I never acknowledged her special days are the days of my guilt for ever.  Guilt, which is so hard to let go of.  I tried to explain how important these days are to my children&#8211;not for big gifts but for an acknowledgement. A phone call does mean so much.  So please call your mother today to tell her how much you love her before it is too late!</p>
<p>P.S.  I did talk to my mother about four times a week which both my brothers said was much more then they did and they really regretted it.  Because of this closeness, I knew how much she was hurt, but was too much of a lady to say anything.</p>
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