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		<name>Heidi</name>
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		<title>Remember to Remind Me…</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[Around here we always say to each other “Don’t forget to remind me…” It’s a running joke. Don’t forget to remind me to pick Kenny up or put the mail in the mail box. If I forget to do something then I can just brush it off and say “Well you didn’t remember to remind me!” Sometimes as I am enjoying the simple things life has to offer and I find myself somewhere with a breeze in my hair and a little smile on my face I hear that voice in the back of my head saying “Remember J.T.?” That little voice never forgets to remember to remind me. It sends me off onto another course of thought that makes me want to remind everyone around me that I AM thinking of him and I DO remember, instantly sucking the joy out of any situation.<br /><br />I guess in truth I’m not actually worried that I would ever forget but I am consumed with the fear that somebody around me might. I guess my actions are my little way of remembering to remind them that he is still just as important as he was when he was here. Perhaps they haven’t forgotten either they have just found a way to have the best of both worlds, his sweet memories mixed with the joy that life still offers. Maybe just maybe I should remind myself to remember that.<br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2010-11-07T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2010-11-07T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>Still Here…</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[Where have I been? Obviously up to my elbows in poopy diapers and goopy baby food enjoying the distraction for perhaps too long… But that’s the easy answer isn’t it? It’s been three years since J.T.’s death and I find myself sitting here with the computer in my lap watching the cursor blink… blink… blink, whishing I had the answers to the questions I posed so many months ago, but I don’t. I’m still  hollowing out places in my soul trying to find a place for the sadness and grief, slowly coming to the conclusion that we as humans never find a “place” for it we just continuously make room. Organizing and reorganizing memories inside myself so I have them at arms reach one day then buried the next is very time consuming. This chore along with the daily grind of living my life has become quite exhausting. I feel like even when I’m sitting idle, drinking a cup of coffee, or just watching television my subconscious is at work sorting and preparing for the next moment. What do I need to remember now? What can I afford to stuff down? The answers differ day by day. I am sure of this though, at this moment I know no more or no less then the last time I wrote, But at least for today I am still here.<br /><br />This space is with me all the time it seems. Sometimes the empty space is so real I can almost touch it. I can almost see it. It gets so big sometimes that I can&#039;t see anything else. - Arnold and Gemma 1983, 56<br /><br /><br />]]></content>
		<id>http://www.jtcrow.net/pblog/index.php?entry=entry101104-121028</id>
		<issued>2010-11-04T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2010-11-04T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>A Poem From Pop...</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[ <br />The Lord once sent an angel down<br />For all of us to share<br />A gorgeous little baby boy,<br />Blue eyes and golden hair<br /><br /><br />We held him close and nurtured him<br />With hugs and food and love<br />We all were so in awe <br />Of this gift from up above<br /><br /><br />God provides us with our all,<br />Talents, family, gold<br />But we forget that all is his,<br />Just ours a while to hold<br /><br /><br />I know that you’ve departed,<br />But not without a trace<br />For many times, on many days,<br />I still see your face<br /><br /><br />I see you through the teardrops now<br />Rolling down my cheeks<br />I see you through the distance<br />Of the hours, days and weeks<br /><br /><br />I see you through the pictures<br />On my wall and in my mind<br />I see you through the memories of<br />Days now left behind<br /><br /><br />I see you through my dreams<br />On nights when it’s so dark<br />But most of all I see you<br />Through the love that’s in my heart<br /><br /><br />Today you should be twelve years old<br />I see you clear as day<br />Taller, bigger, different,<br />But the same in every way<br /><br /><br />You’ll always be a part of me<br />I’ll hold you close and dear<br />But on this day my heart just screams,<br />“I wish that you were here”<br /><br /><br />                   Love Pop<br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2009-09-21T00:00:00Z</issued>
		<modified>2009-09-21T00:00:00Z</modified>
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		<title>CBS NEWS STORY !</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[Aug. 4, 2009<br />Trendy Off-Road Vehicle Poses Deadly Risk CBS News Investigation Reveals<br />More Than 400 Death and Injury Lawsuits Related to Yamaha Rhino<br />(CBS)  It&#039;s like a muscle-car for the backcountry - the hottest trend in<br />off-road vehicles. But a four-month CBS News investigation has found<br />evidence that the popular Yamaha Rhino doesn&#039;t need to be busting over<br />tough terrain to be dangerous. <br /><br />&quot;The Yamaha Rhino started to rock and it tipped over on my left side,<br />crushing my wrist,&quot; said Justin Miller, who lost his left hand after a<br />Rhino accident in May of 2008. <br /><br />Miller says he wasn&#039;t jumping sand dunes or careening around corners -<br />just driving less than 15 miles per hour on flat ground when his<br />1,100-pound Rhino rolled over. <br /><br />Miller told CBS News chief investigative correspondent Armen Keteyian<br />that he was wearing a helmet, belted in and that he didn&#039;t break any<br />rules. <br /><br />Yamaha disputes that, citing a police report saying Justin was driving<br />20 miles an hour down a hill and hit a rock. <br /><br />The Rhino has been a runaway hit in the off-road market since its<br />introduction in 2003; more than 150,000 have been sold to date. It turns<br />out no one tracks exactly how many people have been injured while riding<br />in these recreational vehicles. <br /><br />But CBS News has learned of at least 440 Rhino-related death and injury<br />lawsuits across the U.S. - including Justin Miller&#039;s. <br /><br />Miller said that if the rider were leaning left on a Rhino, &quot;it would<br />tip over.&quot; <br /><br />The Consumer Product Safety Commission cites hundreds of reported<br />injuries - including broken bones crushed legs, arms and heads - often<br />on level ground at relatively low speeds. The commission also cites a<br />disturbing number of deaths. <br /><br />&quot;The public needs to be aware that already 59 people have been killed in<br />these vehicles,&quot; said Inez Tenenbaum, head of the CPSC. &quot;It&#039;s very high<br />risk. This vehicle has a high center of gravity and it will turn over.&quot; <br /><br />Last March the CPSC and Yamaha agreed to a voluntary &quot;free repair&quot;<br />program. Yamaha temporarily suspended sales of all Rhino models and<br />agreed to make a series of repairs to improve handling and reduce<br />injuries. The CPSC told people to follow Yamaha safety guidelines,<br />finding many cases of unbelted riders. <br /><br />Still the new head of the CSPC says her agency&#039;s investigation is far<br />from over. <br /><br />&quot;We&#039;ll continue to look at this, and if we have to take stronger<br />measures, we will,&quot; Tenenbaum said. <br /><br />Yamaha Motor Corp, which did $16 billion in sales overall last year,<br />fiercely defends the Rhino. Arguing virtually all accidents are caused<br />by operator error - ignoring safety warnings, driving too fast on<br />pavement, or failing to wear seat belts or helmets. <br /><br />&quot;I think there&#039;s just a lot of people out there who give people like me<br />- my family - bad names and give these machines bad names,&quot; said Rhino<br />rider Darren Thau. &quot;There&#039;s a lot of stupid people.&quot; <br /><br />Yet one video shows a Yamaha dealer employee moving a Rhino from one<br />part of a dealership to another when it tips over. <br /><br />Turns out, the potential for rollovers was well known to Yamaha<br />executives. According to documents obtained by CBS News, just 15 months<br />before its introduction at a testing ground in Kentucky, two riders<br />rolled over in a prototype for the Rhino. The driver: a Yamaha president<br />at the time. His passenger: the vice president in charge of Rhino<br />Development who sustained a foot injury. <br /><br />Today there are no safety standards for these so-called &quot;side-by-side&quot;<br />vehicles. Right now, the industry is drafting a set of voluntary ones.<br />Tenenbaum says that may not be enough. <br /><br />&quot;With the number of deaths that have already occurred, we&#039;re even<br />thinking we should go to mandatory standards,&quot; Tenenbaum said. <br /><br />Yamaha wouldn&#039;t provide someone to speak with us on camera so we went to<br />their headquarters in Southern California. But despite repeated requests<br />company lawyers ultimately decided not to let anyone speak on camera. <br /><br />Yamaha did provide several off-camera interviews and answers to written<br />questions. In statements to CBS News, Yamaha said: The Rhino &quot;...is a<br />safe, reliable and versatile vehicle....&quot; and &quot;...has won virtually<br />every &#039;first-in-class award&#039; and top safety ratings...and that the<br />vehicles have been tested for thousands of hours and perform with a high<br />level of customer satisfaction.&quot; <br /><br />Certainly not for this customer Justin Miller. <br /><br />&quot;A lot of kids before me had died,&quot; he said. &quot;And if we had known that,<br />we would have never bought this product.&quot; <br /><br />Now, after seven surgeries, 17-year-old Justin Miller is on his way to<br />college to study pre-med, hoping one day to become a doctor,<br />specializing in prosthetics. <br /><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2009-08-04T00:00:00Z</issued>
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		<title>Two Years and One Adventurous Spirit</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[I have learned that two years without my Son brings no more peace than it does pain. In my constant battle, with one or the other perpetually crashing into me, I have discovered a new wave of sorts. This one doesn’t slam into me, and the others in grief around me, but it consumes us. I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is, but my Dad told me a story on the night of the 22nd that can sum it up. It was around 8:30 when he called and the sadness had pinched and poked at me all day.  I was just settling in to join it and begin torturing myself by spreading all the pictures out on the floor to study J.T.’s eyes trying to discover some emotion I hadn’t seen before when the phone rang. It was Dad asking me how I was doing and  I responded “…oh I’m alright, what are you up to?” His voice suddenly changed from that calm mild mannered Dad voice and took on a more mischievous tone when he said “Guess what I did today!?” Now I have to admit this intrigued me because Dad is by no means a boring guy, but he is smart, even tempered, and dependable. So for my 63 year old Dad to tell me that he rode his bike behind the park to a place where there are motor cross trails made me laugh. He said he rode over the fifteen foot drops at full speed ahead, then he told me that one hill got the best of him and that he fell off and his back now looks like hamburger, but he just got back up shouted J.T.’s signature “woo-hoo!” and kept going.  I didn’t have to ask why he did it, I knew it was for J.T. I knew J.T. was the only grandchild Dad has that could convince him to ride those trails, and I knew it was the very spirit of J.T. that had slammed into Dad and instead of knocking him down, consumed him. Dad ended the conversation by telling me he was fine, he knew I would get a kick out of it and it actually made him feel great. Perhaps a couple of hours spent with the adventurous spirit of J.T. consuming us we would all feel a little better and I found myself  contented to discover it has the ability to do so.<br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2009-06-25T00:00:00Z</issued>
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		<title>What might have been?</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[At one it was all smiles and four teeth to skin a pea. He didn’t speak to us at all only pointed and held his bottle with his feet. Then came two and it was dogs and trucks, everything was a dog or a truck, the fireplace, mom’s cat, the garden hose anything could fit into one of those two categories. When he turned four Madie went to school, he cried and laid his head in his hands and spent the rest of the day trying to make Kenny play with him, asking when Sissy would be home. At six he started school, the memories all documented in precious photographs, the pumpkin farm and the fire house. He found his love for friends, learning and paper and pens. He wrote his name on everything and always had a list, I love to read them now hidden in the third drawer on the left side of his dresser. At eight it was camping, peeing outside and playing cowboys with Kenny. He was all boy dressed in work boots and a black t-shirt so he looked like Granddad. At nine he loved football and his bike, it is still parked there by the shed gathering dust, waiting. The surf board hangs on the wall in the barn, the paper and pens sit up in his room with the bird house he built and his work boots at the foot of his bed. Everything waiting for more memories as I am.  This is what I have for sure, the memories of what was but it’s what I don’t that have haunts me. What might have been? What would ten have brought or twelve or sixteen? The longing to know feels like torture to my psyche as my imagination works overtime trying to finish a puzzle with so many beautiful pieces missing. <br /><br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2009-06-15T00:00:00Z</issued>
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		<title>Rewind</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[This is the time of year when I feel lost in a deep and heavy sadness. I keep reliving a time only two short years ago. It was the end of the school year and the kids were excited. We spent our time preparing for end of the year activities, Field Day, Awards Ceremonies, the last day of school, and making our summer plans. Life was effortless, the days filled with swimming of our dock and eating sandwiches outside, all my little ducks in a row, one, two…three.  Now I live a little lost in what was, spending my time whishing I was back in those simple moments. We still try to enjoy the dock but the memories are heavy and the lake feels like swimming in wet concrete now, the picnics have grown quiet because we don’t know what plans to make and  J.T. can’t come along.  It seems sad I know, to hear that the weight of grief still sucks some of the joy out of the present but without those blue eyes and that yellow surf board, that front flip before the splash, life just isn’t the same. My joy is in the past and my mind keeps rewinding to it just to try and borrow a smile.<br /><br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2009-05-20T00:00:00Z</issued>
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		<title>The Wrong Things To Say?</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[Here is a subject that I haven’t yet touched upon but I seem to struggle with, especially as of late. Words. Now this blog isn’t referring to the people that walk up and say “I know how you feel, my dog Duke died last summer…” Let’s just assume those people are missing a chromosome, chalk that up to ignorance, and move on.  I’m talking about the people who hold special places in our lives, those people we love and value,  and normally say things that we would try and accept. I knew it was inevitable to hear this one someday, but even that knowledge didn’t keep me from the sweaty palms and rapid heart rate I received upon its delivery “…It’s been two almost years, It’s time to move on.” Ouch, there it is like a grenade with the pin pulled moments before it explodes my heart. At first my mind went to logic, thinking that’s ridiculous, the death of a child is not something a mother just gets over. We all struggle through our existence trying to live a life that matters, and believe me, J.T.’s life mattered to me and it always will. Angry feelings followed that up of course, but I have become an expert at anger so that was no surprise, then days later, after the statement had time to marinate in my mind, the guilt set in. You see there is no book entitled Grieving For Dummies, therefore I don’t know if what I am feeling is right, and for someone to suggest that it isn’t makes me feel guilty, as though holding on is wrong, even though I know it’s impossible not to.<br /><br /> <br />That first statement I thought I might hear, this next one didn’t even make my radar. “ Heidi, you have to learn to separate THIS from other situations.” THIS? What is THIS exactly? To me this is my son, my child, and just like my “living” children J.T. is a part of every situation and every decision I make. To have to separate what happened to him from every other aspect of my life would be cruel and unusual punishment. It has become almost as certain as blinking to openly cry when I am reminded of him or interject him into a situation where he is obviously and painfully missing. As the words began to bore holes in my brain, images of me in a black cloak alone in my room secretly grieving like a leper emerged, then the questions, Is that what I should do? Spare those around me from the pain I feel? Keep it to myself? That doesn’t honor J.T. and as much as I know how the people that love me don’t want me to hurt, I do. Is it better for me to conceal that to protect them, or for them to accept my pain to comfort me? I don’t want to cover my scars with a cloak, I am proud of them, they represent my son. Are these the wrong things to say? Perhaps, but inside every situation is a lesson and this week during my unwelcome “grief intervention” I have learned that life is a fine mingling of some holding on and others letting go.<br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2009-05-14T00:00:00Z</issued>
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		<title>A Beautiful Gift</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[ <img src="images/little_baby.jpg" width="480" height="640" border="0" alt="" /> <br /><br />Kirby Crow did this watercolor portrait of J.T. Jeremy e-mailed it to me this morning. When I opened the picture I found it fascinating that Kirby was able to capture the joy in J.T.’s face. That joy was always there and it was contagious. What a beautiful gift.<br /><br /><br /><br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2009-04-30T00:00:00Z</issued>
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		<title>Confidently Coping?</title>
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		<content type="text/html" mode="escaped"><![CDATA[The days are seemingly passing by a little slower now I’m not sure if it is the anticipation of school being over soon or the sheer lack of excitement lately. Spring came in with such a burst this year the process could hardly be enjoyed. It was like being lost in a swirl of activity so visually intense that by the time I figured out how and what to focus on it was over. I often ponder what causes time to do that, fly by one moment then crawl the next, much like the DVD player on fast forward then pause. I have been feeling a bit anxious lately like I am waiting on something or someone and if the days would just pass that moment of arrival would come, but as usual I can’t quite put my finger on what it is I’m awaiting. It is making me feel a little stagnant and directionless, just sitting here preparing for the unknown territory called tomorrow. Will it bring a little more peace or a little more pain? Will it bring good news to my door step or another mountain to climb? Will someone be there or will I face it with that all too familiar loneliness? I don’t know so I just sit here with the remote in hand lost in the distraction of a mini blender, an eight pound vacuum, and a home gym I can purchase for six payments of $19.95 waiting for whatever tomorrow has in store and trying to remember to be confident in my ability to cope with it.<br />]]></content>
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		<issued>2009-04-28T00:00:00Z</issued>
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