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  <title><![CDATA[“It doesn’t matter how you feel, put your lipstick on. You never know who you might meet” By Connie Sneddon]]></title>
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  <description><![CDATA[<img src="https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/pictures/essence-of-a-memory_86b91d85d9_1415281515.jpg" alt="“It doesn’t matter how you feel, put your lipstick on. You never know who you might meet” By Connie Sneddon" title="“It doesn’t matter how you feel, put your lipstick on. You never know who you might meet” By Connie Sneddon"/>]]></description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2014 13:45:15 +0000</pubDate>
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  <title><![CDATA[This is Jess, Dad. The first of your seven grandchildren you haven't yet met. You are so missed. Christmas, weddings, births – you are within each of us but missing.  Kind twinkling eyes, strong smooth hands, fresh cut wood shavings.  Honesty. Tradition. Faith.   I hope I make you proud.  By Morag Ewing]]></title>
  <link>https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/essence-of-a-memory/67/</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<img src="https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/pictures/essence-of-a-memory_e7b9162729_1414840246.jpg" alt="This is Jess, Dad. The first of your seven grandchildren you haven't yet met. You are so missed. Christmas, weddings, births – you are within each of us but missing.  Kind twinkling eyes, strong smooth hands, fresh cut wood shavings.  Honesty. Tradition. Faith.   I hope I make you proud.  By Morag Ewing" title="This is Jess, Dad. The first of your seven grandchildren you haven't yet met. You are so missed. Christmas, weddings, births – you are within each of us but missing.  Kind twinkling eyes, strong smooth hands, fresh cut wood shavings.  Honesty. Tradition. Faith.   I hope I make you proud.  By Morag Ewing"/>]]></description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2014 11:10:46 +0000</pubDate>
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  <title><![CDATA[Mum:  Red-lipped, pearly-nailed, smouldering  cigarette in ashtray, Mum vamped the upright piano, never in the corner. Tomorrow was always Que Sera, Sera. French-pleated, frilly-aproned, marabou-muled laughing she’d croon and clean her home  in Carolina, for the only boy in the world.  She was the bright soundtrack to our lives. By Finola Scott]]></title>
  <link>https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/essence-of-a-memory/65/</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<img src="https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/pictures/essence-of-a-memory_e0f81abb1c_1414839120.jpg" alt="Mum:  Red-lipped, pearly-nailed, smouldering  cigarette in ashtray, Mum vamped the upright piano, never in the corner. Tomorrow was always Que Sera, Sera. French-pleated, frilly-aproned, marabou-muled laughing she’d croon and clean her home  in Carolina, for the only boy in the world.  She was the bright soundtrack to our lives. By Finola Scott" title="Mum:  Red-lipped, pearly-nailed, smouldering  cigarette in ashtray, Mum vamped the upright piano, never in the corner. Tomorrow was always Que Sera, Sera. French-pleated, frilly-aproned, marabou-muled laughing she’d croon and clean her home  in Carolina, for the only boy in the world.  She was the bright soundtrack to our lives. By Finola Scott"/>]]></description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2014 10:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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  <title><![CDATA[Patients passing through, like gentle autumn winds, changing the landscape, changing me.  Laura Christie Creative Arts Facilitator  Evelyn Smillie Staff Nurse  Daycare Staff, Strathcarron Hospice.]]></title>
  <link>https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/essence-of-a-memory/56/</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<img src="https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/pictures/essence-of-a-memory_c29504e632_1414838096.jpg" alt="Patients passing through, like gentle autumn winds, changing the landscape, changing me.  Laura Christie Creative Arts Facilitator  Evelyn Smillie Staff Nurse  Daycare Staff, Strathcarron Hospice." title="Patients passing through, like gentle autumn winds, changing the landscape, changing me.  Laura Christie Creative Arts Facilitator  Evelyn Smillie Staff Nurse  Daycare Staff, Strathcarron Hospice."/>]]></description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2014 10:34:57 +0000</pubDate>
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  <title><![CDATA['Pa's Missing Teeth'  One day I went to visit my Granny and Pa to discover that Pa had lost his false teeth. I helped to look for them but we just couldn't find them. I think he accidentally buried them when he was gardening but we'll never know because we never found them.    This is a funny story about my Pa.  He died on the 22nd September 2013 and my Granny died on the 1st November 2012.  I miss them both very much.  By Emma Fraser, Age 9]]></title>
  <link>https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/essence-of-a-memory/48/</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<img src="https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/pictures/essence-of-a-memory_59e658cb7e_1414837595.jpg" alt="'Pa's Missing Teeth'  One day I went to visit my Granny and Pa to discover that Pa had lost his false teeth. I helped to look for them but we just couldn't find them. I think he accidentally buried them when he was gardening but we'll never know because we never found them.    This is a funny story about my Pa.  He died on the 22nd September 2013 and my Granny died on the 1st November 2012.  I miss them both very much.  By Emma Fraser, Age 9" title="'Pa's Missing Teeth'  One day I went to visit my Granny and Pa to discover that Pa had lost his false teeth. I helped to look for them but we just couldn't find them. I think he accidentally buried them when he was gardening but we'll never know because we never found them.    This is a funny story about my Pa.  He died on the 22nd September 2013 and my Granny died on the 1st November 2012.  I miss them both very much.  By Emma Fraser, Age 9"/>]]></description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2014 10:26:35 +0000</pubDate>
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  <title><![CDATA[Knowing he’s not there, I find myself lost at every crossroad. Every bridge I cross feels like a tight rope a thousand feet up in the air. But I’m stronger now. He’s not physically there, but he’s still by my side and I can dare to walk alone. Thanks, Grandpa.    Aaron Hawthorne, aged 17.]]></title>
  <link>https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/essence-of-a-memory/47/</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<img src="https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/pictures/essence-of-a-memory_e587744701_1414837594.jpg" alt="Knowing he’s not there, I find myself lost at every crossroad. Every bridge I cross feels like a tight rope a thousand feet up in the air. But I’m stronger now. He’s not physically there, but he’s still by my side and I can dare to walk alone. Thanks, Grandpa.    Aaron Hawthorne, aged 17." title="Knowing he’s not there, I find myself lost at every crossroad. Every bridge I cross feels like a tight rope a thousand feet up in the air. But I’m stronger now. He’s not physically there, but he’s still by my side and I can dare to walk alone. Thanks, Grandpa.    Aaron Hawthorne, aged 17."/>]]></description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2014 10:26:34 +0000</pubDate>
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  <title><![CDATA['Departure'  She’s 89 Brain firing, body failing Crosswords, conundrums Animated conversations But every breathless step hurts "I’ve had enough", she says "It’s ok, I’m ready to go" "I’ve had a good life" That night the stroke hits Brain shuts down Body soon follows It's ok, you were ready But we weren't. By Alan Dawson]]></title>
  <link>https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/essence-of-a-memory/44/</link>
  <description><![CDATA[<img src="https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/https://www.toabsentfriends.org.uk/gallery/pictures/essence-of-a-memory_95960ec04b_1414837592.jpg" alt="'Departure'  She’s 89 Brain firing, body failing Crosswords, conundrums Animated conversations But every breathless step hurts "I’ve had enough", she says "It’s ok, I’m ready to go" "I’ve had a good life" That night the stroke hits Brain shuts down Body soon follows It's ok, you were ready But we weren't. By Alan Dawson" title="'Departure'  She’s 89 Brain firing, body failing Crosswords, conundrums Animated conversations But every breathless step hurts "I’ve had enough", she says "It’s ok, I’m ready to go" "I’ve had a good life" That night the stroke hits Brain shuts down Body soon follows It's ok, you were ready But we weren't. By Alan Dawson"/>]]></description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2014 10:26:33 +0000</pubDate>
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