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	<title>Comments on: Proximity Makes The Heart Grow Weaker</title>
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	<description>Making next year's Human-Computer family reunion a lot less uncomfortable.</description>
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		<title>By: Mike Rundle</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-27494</link>
		<dc:creator>Mike Rundle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 08:57:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm terribly sorry buddy, I hope you're okay.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m terribly sorry buddy, I hope you&#8217;re okay.</p>
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		<title>By: Matthew Oliphant's usabilityworks.org &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Safety Is A Byproduct, Not Something To Be Sought</title>
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		<dc:creator>Matthew Oliphant's usabilityworks.org &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Safety Is A Byproduct, Not Something To Be Sought</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 16:19:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Jay Zipursky</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-26999</link>
		<dc:creator>Jay Zipursky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2007 02:19:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm very sorry, Matt.  My deepest condolences go out to you.  I hope you find comfort amongst friends and family.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m very sorry, Matt.  My deepest condolences go out to you.  I hope you find comfort amongst friends and family.</p>
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		<title>By: Angelo</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-26955</link>
		<dc:creator>Angelo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 14:54:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I went through some similar emotions when my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer. I didn't want to have my memory of him tainted by seeing him become weak.

The odd thing is that it didn't make him seem weak; he actually seemed stronger than ever, but in a different way than before.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went through some similar emotions when my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer. I didn&#8217;t want to have my memory of him tainted by seeing him become weak.</p>
<p>The odd thing is that it didn&#8217;t make him seem weak; he actually seemed stronger than ever, but in a different way than before.</p>
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		<title>By: Nancy</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-26895</link>
		<dc:creator>Nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 00:41:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Matt, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss.  My dad was killed in an  accident when I was 12...My heart goes out to you and your family.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Matt, I&#8217;m so sorry to hear of your loss.  My dad was killed in an  accident when I was 12&#8230;My heart goes out to you and your family.</p>
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		<title>By: Matthew Oliphant</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-26676</link>
		<dc:creator>Matthew Oliphant</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 18:11:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Jay.  Her name is Anne.  

Thanks again to everyone for their kind words via comment and email.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Jay.  Her name is Anne.  </p>
<p>Thanks again to everyone for their kind words via comment and email.</p>
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		<title>By: Jay Zipursky</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-26657</link>
		<dc:creator>Jay Zipursky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 13:17:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm also sorry to hear about your mom, Matt.  You ARE doing a great thing by being with her right now.

What's your mom's name?  I'd like to make a donation in her honor.  I will donate to the Pulmonary Fibrosis Foundation, unless you have another preference.

Hang in there,
Jay</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m also sorry to hear about your mom, Matt.  You ARE doing a great thing by being with her right now.</p>
<p>What&#8217;s your mom&#8217;s name?  I&#8217;d like to make a donation in her honor.  I will donate to the Pulmonary Fibrosis Foundation, unless you have another preference.</p>
<p>Hang in there,<br />
Jay</p>
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		<title>By: Matthew Oliphant</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-26355</link>
		<dc:creator>Matthew Oliphant</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 22:08:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Dave. 

I am just being here.  Reading to her stuff from online and such.  Talking.  Trying not to be to...  selfish?  

She has seen me, but I got no reaction that she recognized me.  But I realized right away that it doesn't matter if I get a reaction.  She knows, on some level, that I am here and that is enough.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Dave. </p>
<p>I am just being here.  Reading to her stuff from online and such.  Talking.  Trying not to be to&#8230;  selfish?  </p>
<p>She has seen me, but I got no reaction that she recognized me.  But I realized right away that it doesn&#8217;t matter if I get a reaction.  She knows, on some level, that I am here and that is enough.</p>
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		<title>By: Dave Seah</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-26354</link>
		<dc:creator>Dave Seah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 22:03:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh man, Matt...this is one of the hardest things in the world to face. A small consolation is that everyone faces it, so you're not alone.

My mom became terminally ill during final exams in grad school, and I didn't know how to deal with it. We flew back to see her, but she was already on a respirator but conscious. When she saw us, she could speak, but her eyes welled with tears. After that she lapsed into unconsciousness and we never spoke to her again. This was 15 years ago. In the time since then, my greatest regret was never expressing to Mom how much I loved her in the years since, and how many of my best qualities I can attribute back to her. So I try to continue to remember where I'm from, and how much of that is from her. I think it would have made her happy. I think when she saw my sis and I, looking so scared and shocked, that it was the last thing she wanted us to feel. If I could do it again, I would have sat by the bed and talked to her, telling her what was going on, what interesting things I was looking forward to, and letting her now that yes...we came out OK, and that we're going to do fine, and it'll be fun to catch her up next time we see her. I think she would have been happy to hear that, in her last days. Almost any mother is happy to hear that, any day of the week. It might be hard to do because you're feeling so sad now, confused, and feeling powerless. The way you can be strong now is to be there with Mom, and remember all the things you love about her, what she's taught you, and tell her that you're going to be fine because of her. 

You will have plenty of time later for yourself. Your friends are here for you too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh man, Matt&#8230;this is one of the hardest things in the world to face. A small consolation is that everyone faces it, so you&#8217;re not alone.</p>
<p>My mom became terminally ill during final exams in grad school, and I didn&#8217;t know how to deal with it. We flew back to see her, but she was already on a respirator but conscious. When she saw us, she could speak, but her eyes welled with tears. After that she lapsed into unconsciousness and we never spoke to her again. This was 15 years ago. In the time since then, my greatest regret was never expressing to Mom how much I loved her in the years since, and how many of my best qualities I can attribute back to her. So I try to continue to remember where I&#8217;m from, and how much of that is from her. I think it would have made her happy. I think when she saw my sis and I, looking so scared and shocked, that it was the last thing she wanted us to feel. If I could do it again, I would have sat by the bed and talked to her, telling her what was going on, what interesting things I was looking forward to, and letting her now that yes&#8230;we came out OK, and that we&#8217;re going to do fine, and it&#8217;ll be fun to catch her up next time we see her. I think she would have been happy to hear that, in her last days. Almost any mother is happy to hear that, any day of the week. It might be hard to do because you&#8217;re feeling so sad now, confused, and feeling powerless. The way you can be strong now is to be there with Mom, and remember all the things you love about her, what she&#8217;s taught you, and tell her that you&#8217;re going to be fine because of her. </p>
<p>You will have plenty of time later for yourself. Your friends are here for you too.</p>
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		<title>By: Matthew Oliphant</title>
		<link>http://usabilityworks.org/2007/04/13/proximity-makes-the-heart-grow-weaker/#comment-26261</link>
		<dc:creator>Matthew Oliphant</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 19:02:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am the same way, Keith.  It's happening in front of my eyes and I have no effing clue what to do.  I have to think though...  just showing up is what I can and am supposed to do.

That and take care of the newspaper recycling that's piled up around here. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am the same way, Keith.  It&#8217;s happening in front of my eyes and I have no effing clue what to do.  I have to think though&#8230;  just showing up is what I can and am supposed to do.</p>
<p>That and take care of the newspaper recycling that&#8217;s piled up around here. :)</p>
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