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<channel><title><![CDATA[Blog4Change.org - Comments for article: Like a Cloud Passing Over The Sun]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org</link><description /><language>en-us</language><copyright><![CDATA[http://www.blog4change.org]]></copyright><generator>N/A</generator><webMaster>webmaster@blog4change.org</webMaster><lastBuildDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 03:29:29 UTC</lastBuildDate><ttl>20</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[Like a Cloud Passing Over The Sun]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1995/1/Like-a-Cloud-Passing-Over-The-Sun/Page1.html#Comment1621</link><description><![CDATA[Yes, "Old Soul" - wherever, we are, however far we are, mom is always
near-by in our hearts; 
life is never quite the same, a very important part of our life is
missing.<br/><br/>
Comment posted by Doris at 1:43 pm, Thu 11th Mar 2010]]></description><author>no@spam.com (Doris)</author><pubDate><![CDATA[Thu, 11 Mar 2010 13:43:23 UTC]]></pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1995/1/Like-a-Cloud-Passing-Over-The-Sun/Page1.html#Comment1621</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Like a Cloud Passing Over The Sun]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1995/1/Like-a-Cloud-Passing-Over-The-Sun/Page1.html#Comment1609</link><description><![CDATA[I can relate as I lost my grandmother a few months ago. I echo your thoughts: life is too short. Cherish the ones we love and who love us.<br/><br/>
Comment posted by Yan Hu at 10:19 pm, Tue 9th Mar 2010]]></description><author>no@spam.com (Yan Hu)</author><pubDate><![CDATA[Tue, 09 Mar 2010 22:19:27 UTC]]></pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1995/1/Like-a-Cloud-Passing-Over-The-Sun/Page1.html#Comment1609</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Like a Cloud Passing Over The Sun]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1995/1/Like-a-Cloud-Passing-Over-The-Sun/Page1.html#Comment1603</link><description><![CDATA[My gosh yes, Old Soul, the days seem dark when they should be bright
we reach out for that arm that used to hold us tight. But as days move
along we know in our heart that our Mom was always there for us and still is a part of our lives, in our dreams - and never to be forgotten. And so a gentle breeze shall soon move the cloud that covers the sun.<br/><br/>
Comment posted by John Kitsco at 12:14 pm, Tue 9th Mar 2010]]></description><author>no@spam.com (John Kitsco)</author><pubDate><![CDATA[Tue, 09 Mar 2010 12:14:08 UTC]]></pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1995/1/Like-a-Cloud-Passing-Over-The-Sun/Page1.html#Comment1603</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Like a Cloud Passing Over The Sun]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1995/1/Like-a-Cloud-Passing-Over-The-Sun/Page1.html#Comment1604</link><description><![CDATA[I know how you feel.  You have expressed my thoughts precisly.  Nice to hear someone who feels the same way.<br/><br/>
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