<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:56:43.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest James,</title><subtitle type='html'>(sharing your stories, one post at a time.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2285303307002495946</id><published>2010-09-20T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:46:00.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS YOU! &lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;p&gt;~Kamela&lt;br&gt;Have an inspiring Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2285303307002495946?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2285303307002495946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2285303307002495946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2285303307002495946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2285303307002495946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-you-kamela-have-inspiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1156648478721932714</id><published>2010-09-02T08:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:39:14.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk irish woman made me think if you!</title><content type='html'>Hey, so I&amp;#39;m am walking around 205th street in the around the irish&lt;br&gt;pubs and there are lots of drunk people walking around.  Then there&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;this one woman, who&amp;#39;s gotta be Irish not cuz she&amp;#39;s drunk but she&amp;#39;s got&lt;br&gt;the four Leaf clover earrings on and an Irish tee shirt. And I guess&lt;br&gt;se was talking to her drink friend that passed by and asked her if her&lt;br&gt; other friend was still and the bar.  But he woman ignored her.  And&lt;br&gt;she got mad and started cussin her out and called her, not sure if by&lt;br&gt;drunkedness or that&amp;#39;s just the way It goes, but called her a&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;saminabeech&amp;quot;. And I laughed so hard and had tears in my eyes at the&lt;br&gt;same time.  Thanks alot you, &amp;quot;saminabeech&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Hearts Always&lt;br&gt;~ Kamela&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;p&gt;~Kamela&lt;br&gt;Have an inspiring Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1156648478721932714?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1156648478721932714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1156648478721932714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1156648478721932714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1156648478721932714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/09/drunk-irish-woman-made-me-think-if-you.html' title='Drunk irish woman made me think if you!'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-225759946494032486</id><published>2010-08-30T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:28:42.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;James&lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sitting here  at work bored out my damn mind seriously.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;It&amp;#8217;s not the  same without you at this darn place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sitting here  thinking about cheese cake &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;Anyway I speak  to you later&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;Love you  Much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Copperplate Gothic Light'"&gt;***Manta**xoxoxox&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-225759946494032486?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/225759946494032486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=225759946494032486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/225759946494032486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/225759946494032486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-161141672478240841</id><published>2010-08-13T15:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:57:55.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>James Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;Just sitting  here thinking about you. I miss you so much James. I&amp;#8217;ve became really cool with  Nkosane, You never told me how insane he&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN  class=916205619-13082010&gt;is&lt;/SPAN&gt;. Now I know how ya&amp;#8217;ll became the best of  friends. My Jordyn is getting big, Man I wish you were her to see her. She&amp;#8217;s a  hot mess. I think about your family all the time. I miss them as well.  &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;James you were the  brother I never had, the best friend I never had. Just wanted to say I miss you  and I will never forget you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;Love Always  **Manta&amp;#8221;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-161141672478240841?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/161141672478240841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=161141672478240841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/161141672478240841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/161141672478240841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/08/james-boo.html' title='James Boo'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2797925167097279075</id><published>2010-08-13T06:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T06:56:15.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>Hey, these dreams are killing me.&lt;br&gt;They hurt so much and leave me empty.&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t wanna be sad anymore, but I miss&lt;br&gt;you in my life.&lt;br&gt;I miss you&amp;#39;re craziness and you&amp;#39;re sweetness.&lt;br&gt;I kiss you warmth and you coldness.  It&amp;#39;s all the same.&lt;br&gt;This is hard.  I don&amp;#39;t want to hurt anymore, I don&amp;#39;t want to fight&lt;br&gt;in my head.  I do feel nutso sometimes....&lt;br&gt;Love you always Kamela&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;p&gt;~Kamela&lt;br&gt;Have an inspiring Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2797925167097279075?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2797925167097279075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2797925167097279075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2797925167097279075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2797925167097279075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3547712137738358844</id><published>2010-08-10T06:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T06:59:41.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, damn those dreams!</title><content type='html'>Will you hide in the creavices of my mind forever?  I am aware that I&lt;br&gt;will never be able to forget you. I am ok with that. But it makes me&lt;br&gt;take a step back when the dreams I dream feel so real, when I am mid&lt;br&gt;sleep and wake and feel you are still here. The worst part is when I&lt;br&gt;am waking and slowly realize that you are gone. The pain, the whole in&lt;br&gt;my heart, becomes strong as I slip out of consiousness.&lt;br&gt;When will the dreams end? I can&amp;#39;t take them when they tell me you are&lt;br&gt;real or when they make me feel that I can reach You in that state,&lt;br&gt;between my dreaming and waking. It feels so real and then when I wake,&lt;br&gt;I feel the devil laughing at me, because I fell for it. I thought it&lt;br&gt;was real. I thought you were here, on this earth. I thought the times&lt;br&gt;when I think of you would get easier. I thought the pain would feel&lt;br&gt;less like a punch in the stomach. I miss you so much. Am I still&lt;br&gt;grieving two years later. I never was good with goodbyes and you never&lt;br&gt;believed in them...&amp;lt;3&lt;p&gt;~love always and forever&lt;br&gt; kamela&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;p&gt;~Kamela&lt;br&gt;Have an inspiring Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3547712137738358844?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3547712137738358844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3547712137738358844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3547712137738358844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3547712137738358844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams-damn-those-dreams.html' title='Dreams, damn those dreams!'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-7561791210477210450</id><published>2010-07-14T07:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T07:25:25.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>James.  James.   James.&lt;br&gt;I miss you.&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t know when this pain will relief itself.&lt;br&gt;I just tell myself that you&amp;#39;ve moved on with your life&lt;br&gt;And you&amp;#39;ll give me a call when you get a chance.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll be here when your ready, just like old times.&lt;br&gt;Just keep an eye on me, k.&lt;p&gt;Love Always always&lt;br&gt;Kamela&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;p&gt;~Kamela&lt;br&gt;Have an inspiring Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-7561791210477210450?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/7561791210477210450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=7561791210477210450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7561791210477210450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7561791210477210450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/07/wednesdays.html' title='Wednesdays'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1391375139084664987</id><published>2010-06-20T10:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:14:47.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It&amp;#39;s has been while since I wrote anything on here... I guess that&amp;#39;s probably because sometimes it&amp;#39;s hard to believe you aren&amp;#39;t here&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Just wanted to say Happy Birthday&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Love ya, miss you buddy.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Erin &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1391375139084664987?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1391375139084664987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1391375139084664987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1391375139084664987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1391375139084664987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-has-been-while-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3402111717316434087</id><published>2010-06-20T09:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:47:58.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Birthday...&lt;br&gt;miss you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3402111717316434087?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3402111717316434087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3402111717316434087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3402111717316434087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3402111717316434087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday.html' title='&amp;lt;3'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4594493590136608162</id><published>2010-06-10T16:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:59:45.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Two years later...&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s still just as hard as two years ago...&lt;br&gt;miss you....&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;OXOXO&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4594493590136608162?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4594493590136608162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4594493590136608162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4594493590136608162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4594493590136608162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3450318591016863349</id><published>2010-06-07T15:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:39:15.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;I just wanted to let you know that I love mushrooms now...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3450318591016863349?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3450318591016863349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3450318591016863349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3450318591016863349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3450318591016863349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-wanted-to-let-you-know-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-856263122665516629</id><published>2010-06-03T11:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:16:18.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning James</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve  been thinking about you&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;a lot these  last few days. I mean you cross my mind daily but these last few days it has  been heavy. Man I wish you were here, I want to tell you so much. You will never  guess what&amp;#8217;s happened.. I know you would have laughed your heart out about this  one.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Just wanted to say hello  and I miss you. Jordyn&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;is getting  big. Her first word was &amp;#8220;Da Da&amp;#8221; of course. &lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Damn ! I was about to say &amp;#8220;I will give  you a call later&amp;#8221;. I mean I will write to you a little later&lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"&gt;Oh  guess who me and Toni saw it BBQ&amp;#8217;s last week? Greg Nice, I wanted to say  something to him. All I was thinking that if you were here you would have bust  out with a ole school song of his. I was laughing my heart out just imagining  the craziness you would have done if you were with us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"&gt;Love  Ya &lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;**Manta**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Vladimir Script" color=#8080c0  size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-856263122665516629?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/856263122665516629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=856263122665516629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/856263122665516629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/856263122665516629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-morning-james.html' title='Good Morning James'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-372867320191845746</id><published>2010-05-23T15:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:56:50.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I write less.&lt;br&gt;It doesn&amp;#39;t mean I think less.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oxoxo&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-372867320191845746?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/372867320191845746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=372867320191845746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/372867320191845746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/372867320191845746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2557754325668448238</id><published>2010-05-05T23:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:33:57.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stomachache</title><content type='html'>i hate May.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;z&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2557754325668448238?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2557754325668448238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2557754325668448238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2557754325668448238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2557754325668448238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/05/stomachache.html' title='stomachache'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1432142507221649218</id><published>2010-04-30T18:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:22:53.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;it doesn&amp;#39;t seem real&lt;br&gt;were you even really here?&lt;br&gt;are you really gone?&lt;br&gt;this space time continuum is freaking &lt;br&gt;me the hell out.  how does life just gone...&lt;br&gt;i miss you in the summer.  summer makes me &lt;br&gt; think of you.&lt;br&gt;i found my derek jeter baseball mitt.&lt;br&gt;lol gonna throw the ball around...&lt;br&gt;i know ive for issues...&lt;br&gt;miss you.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt;Have an inspiring Day!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1432142507221649218?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1432142507221649218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1432142507221649218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1432142507221649218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1432142507221649218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-doesn-seem-real-were-you-even-really.html' title='&amp;lt;3'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-6612147609340045026</id><published>2010-04-27T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:52:42.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-6612147609340045026?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6612147609340045026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=6612147609340045026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6612147609340045026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6612147609340045026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2834965475985000491</id><published>2010-03-30T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:05:57.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;James....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I dreamt of you last night...in my dreams I was so so happy to see you,&lt;br&gt;You came back!&lt;br&gt;I gave you the biggest hug. We talked and then...&lt;br&gt;I lost you...and I couldn&amp;#39;t find you...&lt;br&gt; it was the worst feeling....It hurt so much when I couldn&amp;#39;t find you...&lt;br&gt;then I woke up and the feeling that I lost one of the most important&lt;br&gt;people in my life....I feel so so so lost .&lt;br&gt;At times it stuns me that you&amp;#39;re gone....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Love, &lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2834965475985000491?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2834965475985000491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2834965475985000491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2834965475985000491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2834965475985000491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost.html' title='lost...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4378532020915795507</id><published>2010-03-11T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:45:29.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;So James like was is  the problem? I haven&amp;#8217;t seen you in my dream in a while. What? your bitch ass  aint speaking to me. LOL. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Papyrus&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Dear James,  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Papyrus&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know what to  say. But I really miss you. I went to a bridal shower the other day and they  were playing old school love songs. I was laughing to myself because I could  have seen your reaction to those songs if you were here. Man.. Let me tell you,  Jordyn is now 7 months she will be 8 months on the 19&lt;SUP&gt;th&lt;/SUP&gt;. James my  daughter is funny. I can&amp;#8217;t wait until she starts talking. So many thoughts of  you everyday. I can&amp;#8217;t lie sometimes I try to block them out so I wont feel pain.  To be honest, I think that&amp;#8217;s what I have been doing all this time, Just blocking  it all out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Papyrus&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;So do you think I  should get Jordyn a tee-shirt that says &amp;#8220;My uncle James is Irish&amp;#8221; I really going  to refrain from the word &amp;#8220;was&amp;#8221;.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I  think people will get a kick out if it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Papyrus&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;Well anyway, there&amp;#8217;s  so much I want to say at the moment, but I&amp;#8217;m at work. So I will come back later.  Love You!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Papyrus&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype'"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Papyrus&gt;**Manta**  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="High Tower Text"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4378532020915795507?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4378532020915795507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4378532020915795507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4378532020915795507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4378532020915795507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/03/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-6596728108822335737</id><published>2010-03-02T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:15:18.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what was Monday, April 7th...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;so, we moved. again. i know. you would have told me to settle already. just like you did when i was serial dating, and you were worried about why i wasnt willing to put any roots down. i did. we did. you would have yelled at me. "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;you have too much shit, Zaida. what the fuck do you need all this stuff for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;i just remembered right now at this second the little jar of lip balm that you kept with jordyn's tiny little finger print in it. you wouldnt let anybody use it and you showed it to me a thousand times and i said, &lt;i&gt;youre going to waste that whole jar of good balm for a little fingerprint?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;now i get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;last night was the first night that all of our stuff was in the new apartment. even though ive been here with the babies for three weeks, it didnt feel final until the last box was brought in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;i dreamt with you, of course. dont want to forget a thing, even while our real life memories are starting to slowly fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;we were shopping for stuff for the new place in a warehouse costco type store. you were telling me all about all the things ive missed, all the things youve seen that nobody else can. most of your stories started with, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"you're not gonna believe this shit,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and you were hyped. like you knew something amazing that nobody else did but we needed to see it to believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;but the one thing that i remembered clearly is how you kept saying over and over was that we needed to come stay a week with you starting Monday, April 7th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"come on, Zaida, we'll have a great time and you'll get to meet the kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you were insistent, it needed to be Monday, April 7th. i kept giving you excuses why i couldnt. the usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;never mind that is the twins birthday week (born April 10th, 2009) i didnt remember that part in the dream so i didnt tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;i woke up hyperventilating and started tweeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/S41VAGqP7-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/8ENDyLu3Ag4/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/S41VAGqP7-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/8ENDyLu3Ag4/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444100984836976610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/S41VA5nkGII/AAAAAAAAAsU/UFYm_K9-Ij8/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/S41VBo6r1YI/AAAAAAAAAsk/PUPQyqhqMWE/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444101011212588418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/S41VCayhMpI/AAAAAAAAAss/WTKfgdxSDbI/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/S41VCayhMpI/AAAAAAAAAss/WTKfgdxSDbI/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444101024600109714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is still spinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;i have a huge stomachache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;it's almost two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;xoZaidaox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-6596728108822335737?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6596728108822335737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=6596728108822335737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6596728108822335737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6596728108822335737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-was-monday-april-7th.html' title='what was Monday, April 7th...?'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/S41VAGqP7-I/AAAAAAAAAsM/8ENDyLu3Ag4/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3541314593977556683</id><published>2010-02-03T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:43:52.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey there...&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;ve been on my mind alot lately....&lt;br&gt;i miss you = (&lt;br&gt;thats all....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ &amp;lt;3 kamela&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3541314593977556683?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3541314593977556683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3541314593977556683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3541314593977556683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3541314593977556683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-301367797865249681</id><published>2010-01-31T17:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:37:53.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WhiteSpace</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="tahoma,sans-serif"&gt;eventually i have to deal with the fact that you are not coming back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;period.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no matter how fucking hard this is without my best friend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i look at the kids and cant help but think of you. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;your pictures next to my calendar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there are promises that i made to you, and im trying my best to keep them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://manhattanspeak.wordpress.com/2010/01/31/whitespace/"&gt;http://manhattanspeak.wordpress.com/2010/01/31/whitespace/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;xoZaidaox&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-301367797865249681?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/301367797865249681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=301367797865249681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/301367797865249681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/301367797865249681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/01/whitespace.html' title='WhiteSpace'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1578905894221576450</id><published>2010-01-30T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:35:09.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you....love you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" size="4"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;My dearest James,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;br&gt;I miss your presence, your humanity in my life.&lt;br&gt;I miss telling you my good news and you &lt;br&gt; saying how much I deserve happiness and &lt;br&gt;goodness and me thinking I never did.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been good at only thinking of the good times with &lt;br&gt;you and not about you being here.&lt;br&gt;My weakest moments bring me here.&lt;br&gt; I haven&amp;#39;t been here in a while because&lt;br&gt;I was focused on not being sad that you are gone.&lt;br&gt;But my heart still hurts, the way it always did.&lt;br&gt;You were one of the best people in my life!!!!!&lt;br&gt;And still hold that place.  I now know why I haven&amp;#39;t allowed &lt;br&gt; myself to cry in a long time, bc when the tears come they dont&lt;br&gt;stop. My dearest James. I miss you. My heart aches.&lt;br&gt;But because you taught me how to be strong, that is what &lt;br&gt;and who I&amp;#39;ll be strong! the way you were...&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt;Love always, always, always, always &lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1578905894221576450?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1578905894221576450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1578905894221576450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1578905894221576450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1578905894221576450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2010/01/miss-youlove-you.html' title='miss you....love you.....'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-8946643310989087057</id><published>2009-12-17T18:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:13:03.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~Hi, so I went to visit you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was really cold and absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;beautiful.  The sun was setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I saw your name there and I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my heart break again. A year has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;by and in random places, it hits me that your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That you&amp;#39;re not coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was hard to be there for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;seeing your name.  My tears froze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;in the cold air. I felt a knot in my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I brought flowers.  I know you liked them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;They were purple and blue and one white rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I am glad that I gave you flowers when we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;were dating bc it&amp;#39;s not weird now.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It was as if I was seeing someone else&amp;#39;s name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;there. It could not have been you. Because you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I were suppose to torture each other forever!! But I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; you&amp;#39;ll be the one doing the torturing&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll visit again and talk to you always~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I miss you and love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-8946643310989087057?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/8946643310989087057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=8946643310989087057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8946643310989087057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8946643310989087057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/12/visit.html' title='Visit...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-853397592940315109</id><published>2009-11-26T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:34:42.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I am thankful for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To know and have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a sweet wonderful you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve called my loved ones and&lt;br&gt;sent wishes to them.&lt;br&gt;Sent my friends crazy&lt;br&gt;mass text messages telling them &lt;br&gt;how wonderful they are to me, &lt;br&gt; through my good days and bad days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Missing you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;~Kamela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hearts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-853397592940315109?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/853397592940315109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=853397592940315109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/853397592940315109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/853397592940315109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-6043707681396274333</id><published>2009-11-23T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:46:34.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My James Moments....</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m in one of my &amp;quot;James moments&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;thought of you....smiled and automatically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;reached for my phone....I&amp;#39;m getting a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;better at not falling to pieces, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;I think of you...now I try to smile and remind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;myself how lucky, lucky and blessed I was to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;To Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;To share quiet times with you.  You were and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;still are so important to me.  I know that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;knew it and I am glad that you knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;You are missed greatly in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Peter jokes about you and &amp;quot;roti&amp;quot; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;he does your roti dance =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;My mom is still somber when we mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;you.  You were her favorite even when you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;I were on and off and on and off and on and off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;and on and off again. lol She always has good thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;of you.  Kim missed you dearly!!!!!! She misses her guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;friend. I miss you protecting her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;We miss you James. And never do we forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Hearts. Hearts. Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-6043707681396274333?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6043707681396274333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=6043707681396274333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6043707681396274333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6043707681396274333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-james-moments.html' title='My James Moments....'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1114535719168813960</id><published>2009-11-12T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:46:28.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;James,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey. Hello. Hi.&lt;br&gt;You are present right now for me.&lt;br&gt;And I miss you.&lt;br&gt;Really wish I we could talk.&lt;br&gt;If just a &lt;br&gt;Hello.&lt;br&gt;Life continues on in the same fashion.&lt;br&gt; With you still in my thoughts.&lt;br&gt;I have trouble letting go of good things.&lt;br&gt;Always have. &lt;br&gt;You were a good thing.&lt;br&gt;You were inspiring.&lt;br&gt;You continue to inspire me.&lt;br&gt;You believed in everyone and all things good.&lt;br&gt; I take you everywhere I go.&lt;br&gt;You are, were and continue to be a great, big part of me.&lt;br&gt;I talk of you fondly.  I speak of your great heart.&lt;br&gt;I describe your kind eyes.&lt;br&gt;Your bratty moments make me laugh.  Boy could you be a brat.&lt;br&gt; Ha ha ha.&lt;br&gt;You see I do laugh.  I miss you.&lt;br&gt;I know I am not the only one who misses you and I wish I could&lt;br&gt;take away the missing you from everyone else cause I know it doesn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;feel good.  &lt;br&gt;But you continue to make me smile, you Goon!&lt;br&gt; I watch the video Zaida put up often and laugh and feel you here for that &lt;br&gt;(1:18) minute and eighteen seconds.  Feels like a life flash by.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve doing a lot of good stuff.&lt;br&gt;Stuff you would be very happy to know about.&lt;br&gt; To hear about.&lt;br&gt;I hear you in my head when I feel I can&amp;#39;t do something.&lt;br&gt;You say that I can be anything and do anything.&lt;br&gt;Then you go on the describe the dumbest people you&amp;#39;ve come &lt;br&gt;in contact with and say if they can, so can I! lol. Yeah, thanks for&lt;br&gt; the encouragement.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello.&lt;br&gt;Talk to ya lata.&lt;br&gt;Love you.&lt;br&gt;Always.&lt;br&gt;Kamela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1114535719168813960?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1114535719168813960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1114535719168813960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1114535719168813960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1114535719168813960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-6289557391708884365</id><published>2009-11-06T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:27:37.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I dreamt of you last night....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was a great dream but as usual in the dream I come to &lt;br&gt;realize it&amp;#39;s just that a dream, and you&amp;#39;re missing in our lives.&lt;br&gt; WOW, this stings.   I never could have imagined I would&lt;br&gt;have to deal with such an intense loss this early on in life.&lt;br&gt;It hurts.  I&amp;#39;ve got a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes&lt;br&gt;and a great big headache....&lt;br&gt; I miss you as always....&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;&amp;#39;t wait till it hurts less...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-6289557391708884365?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6289557391708884365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=6289557391708884365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6289557391708884365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6289557391708884365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4536735941213372222</id><published>2009-10-28T18:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:41:43.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game One misses you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I slept last night.  tossed and turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You were in my dreams.  You called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;and things were the usual.  But I felt through my dreams that it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;just a dream and my heart started to hurt.  I didn&amp;#39;t want to wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;because I was able to talk to you and was so great to hear your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I still think that you will call me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;This is devastating, you do know that right?!?!  Will this hole ever be filled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Never would have I imagined such days that would extract you from mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;You are, you were my pal.  The one person in the world that I could call at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;any old awkward moment, you might pretend to be annoyed but ten seconds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;later I would hear you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, it&amp;#39;s October baseball.  And I know that you would be doing voodoo against&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Derek Jeter and wishing them illnesses and broken limbs.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tonight&amp;#39;s Game One of the 2009 World Series...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I&amp;#39;ll talk you to later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~Kamela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4536735941213372222?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4536735941213372222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4536735941213372222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4536735941213372222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4536735941213372222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/10/game-one-misses-you.html' title='Game One misses you...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4698239587730159911</id><published>2009-10-19T13:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:31:37.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Hey James,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;I miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;I just wanted to call you and tell you that Monica&amp;#39;s got a new album &amp;quot;Still Standing&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;and I can&amp;#39;t.  It really hurts.  I can&amp;#39;t get over how much we called each other for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;silliest and littlest things.  It&amp;#39;s like we didn&amp;#39;t want to miss any part of each other&amp;#39;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;life.  You know, I still continue our tradition of closing down places we love to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;lol.  There have been at least 5 places that I love and there are now closed.  I still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;can&amp;#39;t forgot how much we paid for the silk chocolate pie.  We did love to eat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, this is me just saying hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;~Kamela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4698239587730159911?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4698239587730159911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4698239587730159911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4698239587730159911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4698239587730159911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-things.html' title='little things'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-8570840532976680775</id><published>2009-10-13T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:03:18.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love, Mommy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mommy-firstborn.blogspot.com"&gt;http://mommy-firstborn.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-8570840532976680775?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/8570840532976680775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=8570840532976680775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8570840532976680775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8570840532976680775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-mommy.html' title='&quot;Love, Mommy&quot;'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-885483133896275737</id><published>2009-10-13T20:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:32:36.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Born</title><content type='html'>mommy  has sent you a link to a blog: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Blog:  First Born  &lt;br&gt;  Link:  http://mommy-firstborn.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-first-born-i-have-been-reading.html  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; --&lt;br&gt; Powered by  Blogger  &lt;br&gt; http://www.blogger.com/ &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-885483133896275737?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/885483133896275737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=885483133896275737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/885483133896275737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/885483133896275737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-born.html' title='First Born'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-115554619602114872</id><published>2009-10-10T12:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:46:38.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It&amp;#39;s weird cuz I think you&amp;#39;ve been following me around lately =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I know it&amp;#39;s you cuz I feel you.   Last night I was in a bookstore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and I moved in because I felt someone brush by me.  I turned to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and I was the only person in the room!! It happened three times this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;week. So what&amp;#39;s the deal??? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; -- &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt;Have an inspiring Day!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-115554619602114872?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/115554619602114872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=115554619602114872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/115554619602114872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/115554619602114872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2691710418591136331</id><published>2009-09-29T12:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:06:10.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in response to zaida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been hard to breathe lately. i look at his pic that I have in my room and my hearts stops and i think why? &lt;br&gt;why? James? couldn&amp;#39;t you just hang around for those who loved you unconditional, we would have been &lt;br&gt;  there for you always and anytime. With any phone call, at any hour, if let us and even when you didn&amp;#39;t we&lt;br&gt; (I) were there! i am still trying to learn how to breathe...your post made me cry the tears I haven&amp;#39;t been able &lt;br&gt;  to cry and usually i am a blubbering fool! my brother came in my room and saw james&amp;#39; pic and sat on my bed &lt;br&gt;and said i can&amp;#39;t believe you&amp;#39;re not here James. it&amp;#39;s like i am angry that someone has this much impact on me everyday. &lt;br clear="all"&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I can&amp;#39;t, I don&amp;#39;t know how i am suppose to live with out him, with out you.  You were the one person i thought I&amp;#39;d have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;in my life forever, now matter where our lives took us, i was never gonna give having you in my life, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;connections made from the soul never disconnect, never sever. &lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life has changed without you, and now i see how &lt;br&gt;  life would be if we&amp;#39;ve never met, if i never knew you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Zaida,  I actually don&amp;#39;t know James with you.  It&amp;#39;s funny.  Because we all shared and loved him and yet he kept us&lt;br&gt;to himself. You probably know things about me that I don&amp;#39;t know you know, and I know you through him...and now we&lt;br&gt;  are connected for life! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love forever and a Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2691710418591136331?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2691710418591136331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2691710418591136331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2691710418591136331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2691710418591136331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-response-to-zaida.html' title='in response to zaida....'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-5722797648977402503</id><published>2009-09-29T06:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:58:25.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Post Ever</title><content type='html'>a few days ago, my new friend, Gillian, and i were talking about energy. about feeling vibes and feeling energy. like when someone walks into a room and you know whether shit is going to be kosher or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 5:54am and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so freaked the fuck out right now that i need to turn the light on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling her that after you died i kept seeing you everywhere. i heard your voice in my right ear over and over, telling me what to do, calming me down. that you kept coming to me when i was awake and when i was asleep.   for weeks after you passed. that i was pretty much certifiable, and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daniel&lt;/span&gt; wanted to have me committed to a psych ward because seeing dead people is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. i cant stop crying now. it's all coming back. you came to me in this dream a few minutes ago and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so overwhelmed with grief again because IT WAS JUST SO REAL. YOU WERE SO ALIVE IN MY DREAM JAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this evening i was telling Gillian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; t i wished she could have met you. that she would have loved you. that if she  met you she would have known who i am completely. that there was no me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; James. there was no major decision in my adult life that you were not a part of.  that you were part of my very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;.  that you were hip hop and i am hip hop and that nobody got that about me but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my fucking god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so overwhelmed right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; melting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; fairly sure i just snotted on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left her house and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; think anything more.  just that i love you so much and it was nice to talk about you without sadness, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;4:45am daniel&lt;/span&gt; was leaving for work as usual, and i got up to kiss him good bye.  Stella was sound asleep in her crib, and Gabriel was stirring in his. he had slept through his last feeding so i knew it would be time for him to get up soon. i picked him up and brought him into bed. gave him a bottle before it went stale, then debated on nursing him to sleep. it would be a bad habit to start, i thought, because then he wont go to bed without breastfeeding. so i nursed him and put him down. he woke up wide awake thrilled to see me with a giant smile on his face, and i thought oh crap he is going to wake Stella up so let me bring him back to bed. another thing i try not to do is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cosleep&lt;/span&gt; because again with two babies it's too difficult to have them in bed with us- better to teach them how to sleep in their own bed right off the bat.  but Gabriel started playing with my cheek. rubbing it sort of with his tiny little fist.  so i snuggled in with him really tight. he started to get sleepy and so did i. the last thing i remember before i went to sleep was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you, James. thank you for giving me Gabriel.  in one dream you told me i was pregnant, and then in another dream i told you to give me my dead baby back and you did. you gave me Gabriel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laying with Gabriel an hour ago i absolutely knew that to be 100% true. i wanted my boy that i lost the week before you died, and you gave him back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i fell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;asleeep&lt;/span&gt;, because here i am crying hysterically about the dream you came to me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;daniel&lt;/span&gt; and i were volunteering at some hospital/community center/shelter of some sort. lots of weird stuff happens, as usual with us anyway, not so unusual for a dream either. we walked out to the street. it was the first snow. in a different city. in the middle of the street was a guy that used to live in our neighborhood, that hosts his own science show. he was live tweeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; from the middle of the street. we threw a party for him a few weeks ago, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; go to meet him because the babies were sick. so seeing him in the middle of the street live tweeting i got really excited. there was a eyewitness news van a few feet away, with cameras recording him. i dragged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;daniel&lt;/span&gt; to the van to see what the project was.  in my excitement, the cameramen asked to record me asking how i knew the guy. i went through the whole spiel just bubbling trying to remember every detail. at one point he looks down at the camera and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; record. mind if we quote you and take a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said sure. then a bunch of people ran over to me beside me and back of me to stand in the photo. one of those people was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;JORDYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;DIDNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; EVEN SEE YOU!&lt;/span&gt; and she ran to me and hugged me. so we posed for the photo.  the camera guy was in front of the truck but the side doors were open, like a minivan. i had noticed people in the van but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know any of them. we were smiling for the camera, and the guy kept saying one more one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when i saw you among the people in the van, over his shoulder. you were mugging. like, playing a trick on me to see how long it would take me to notice that you standing there in the middle of like 6 strangers. i did a double take, and then i started mouthing WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so real so real so real i have goosebumps all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you started laughing and came out from behind them and gave me a hug like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hadnt&lt;/span&gt; felt in so long. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;i&gt;WHAT THE FUCK are you doing here???&lt;/i&gt; and you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zaida&lt;/span&gt;. Did you really think I was going to let my daughter be in your dream and not be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you started laughing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; laughing still in shock. of course not. of course he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; out of his sight for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; all, &lt;i&gt;but but but the camera guy&lt;/i&gt;. and the camera guy says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not really a camera guy. I'm dead too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you both started laughing like you got away with the best prank ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were both friends. i've never seen this guy before in my life, but you guys are buddies on the other side. and you were so comfortable with each other - i knew in my heart that he was your confidant, that you told him your secrets, and i found comfort knowing that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; alone.  he is a white preppy dude. dark hair. amazing smile. light eyes. not sure if they were blue or brown, but enough to light up a room. dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you and i were talking. you were saying that you still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how or why you died. that it was bullshit. that you got robbed. and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I told you! I told you I was going to die young but you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; believe me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what's going on. that it's crazy how you can be aware of everything even if you are not exactly there at the moment. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Jordyn&lt;/span&gt; was running around, and you were beaming. BEAMING. it was the first dream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; seen you in after you died where you were actually happy.  and in the dream i kept asking people around me if they could see you. i asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;daniel&lt;/span&gt; and he said no. James, you told me that i was the only one who could see you and your friend in the dream. i started getting upset. upset and crying like i am now. saying it's not fair it's not fair. and you touched my face and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Zaida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i took a long deep breath when your hand touched my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a breath that woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was almost like i had stopped breathing, and the breath made my heart beat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked down, and Gabriel was still snuggled in my chest, sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am crying, a full hour after i woke up, typing this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wont forget a thing you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, you looked really young and handsome. not a zit in sight. hair was tight. skin moisturized. very well put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was obvious you knew i was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxZxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-5722797648977402503?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/5722797648977402503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=5722797648977402503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/5722797648977402503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/5722797648977402503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/09/longest-post-ever.html' title='Longest Post Ever'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4066520046883550579</id><published>2009-09-27T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:25:51.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Yankees!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So sorry I have to be the one who tells ya, or taunts you with the Yankees sweeping &lt;br&gt;your Red Sox!! Woohoo!  Not just sweeping but are heading to Post Season! I&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;call you and be silent and have you do all the smack talking and when you&amp;#39;re out&lt;br&gt; of breath, which is rare, or you&amp;#39;d because it was so silent, you stop to check if I was &lt;br&gt;still on the line, only then would I so my share of the smack talk.  =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miss you!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Kamela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4066520046883550579?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4066520046883550579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4066520046883550579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4066520046883550579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4066520046883550579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-yankees.html' title='Go Yankees!!'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-8571716847736534540</id><published>2009-09-27T00:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:08:18.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial narrow,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh my dearest friend...I&amp;#39;m am angry again because this is not the I want to talk to &lt;br&gt;you.  I miss you sooo much.  I miss your laugh and crude sense of humor and&lt;br&gt; your...what sense does all this make??? A year and almost four months later, &lt;br&gt;and still I feel like my heart has been ripped out. It doesn&amp;#39;t get easier. It just &lt;br&gt;doesn&amp;#39;t.  I hang my head in sadness when I think what has become. I am tired&lt;br&gt; and don&amp;#39;t feel like dealing with this. It&amp;#39;s not fair.  I want to call you, talk to you, to be &lt;br&gt;quiet with you.  A have a friend and he reminds you so much of you and he makes&lt;br&gt;me laugh so hard, then my heart stops and I lose my breath because I think of you.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial narrow,sans-serif;" clear="all"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial narrow,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial narrow,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial narrow,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~Love Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial narrow,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial narrow,sans-serif; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-8571716847736534540?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/8571716847736534540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=8571716847736534540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8571716847736534540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8571716847736534540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/09/miss-you.html' title='Miss you...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-8206034579475615193</id><published>2009-09-22T14:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:06:07.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;Hi James, I miss you badly. I think about you everyday but for the last few days you have been on my mind heavy that I actually felt sadness in my heart like I never felt before. It was stronger than usual. I guess the thought of you not being here is really hitting me now. I know a year and a half later… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;Well, I gave birth to my baby girl two month early. She was born July 19, isn't that crazy. Her name is "Jordyn Susan Brewster" She is wonderful. She's amazing. I just wish you were here to see her. I know you would have taught her some crazy things to say, the first word you might have taught her is "Boom Boom". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;Oh James I really miss you. You were like a brother I never had seriously. I haven't seen you in my dreams in a long time. Have you forgotten about me? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;Well just wanted you to know I really miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;Love Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: purple; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond"&gt;BFF Manta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-8206034579475615193?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/8206034579475615193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=8206034579475615193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8206034579475615193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8206034579475615193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-7738104475337345535</id><published>2009-09-03T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:20:58.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh my, how much I miss you.&lt;br&gt;I realize and always knew you were family.&lt;br&gt;I miss your smile and I heard your voice &lt;br&gt;crisp and clear in mid sleep early one morning &lt;br&gt; this week.  It woke me up and I smiled and got &lt;br&gt;sad.  How do you replace such a face, such a&lt;br&gt;smile, such a being? How do I go on with out?&lt;br&gt;You always have inspired me and continue to inspire &lt;br&gt;me.  Your likeness. Your kindness. Your face. &lt;br&gt; Your being inspires me.  I miss you James.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-7738104475337345535?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/7738104475337345535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=7738104475337345535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7738104475337345535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7738104475337345535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2888457415262669518</id><published>2009-08-27T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:45:37.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...tumble for ya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;an oldie but a goodie...&lt;br&gt;good for one smile and priceless a trip down memory lane...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Downtown&lt;br&gt; we&amp;#39;ll drown&lt;br&gt; We&amp;#39;re in our never splender&lt;br&gt; Flowers, showers&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt; Who&amp;#39;s got the new &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;ll be your baby, I&amp;#39;ll be your score&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;ll run the gun for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt; an so &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal;" class="IL_LINK_STYLE"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YOU&lt;br&gt; Uptown their sound&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#39;s like the native&lt;br&gt; you send her&lt;br&gt; Junktion, funktion&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt; The &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; with pop is slender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; Did he say maybe&lt;br&gt; or I&amp;#39;m not sure&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt; He&amp;#39;ll be a &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; but you need more&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YOU&lt;br&gt; I GET A CRAZY FEELING&lt;br&gt; THAT CHASES IN MY HEAD&lt;br&gt; IT&amp;#39;S NOTHING THAT YOU DO TO ME&lt;br&gt; IT&amp;#39;S NOTHING THAT YOU SAID&lt;br&gt; IT&amp;#39;S LOVE IN STEREO&lt;br&gt; AND WHEN I CANT LET GO&lt;br&gt; I SAY&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;ll be your baby, I&amp;#39;ll be your score&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;ll run the gun for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt; an so &lt;span class="IL_SPAN"&gt;&lt;input name="IL_MARKER" type="hidden"&gt;much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YA&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;LL TUMBLE 4 YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" clear="all"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;OXOXOX&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;~Kamela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2888457415262669518?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2888457415262669518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2888457415262669518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2888457415262669518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2888457415262669518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumble-for-ya.html' title='...tumble for ya...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-5716587179548698908</id><published>2009-08-26T14:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:27:07.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;hey there...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;time goes by, things change and it feels as though nothing has changed.&lt;br&gt;could use a friend to put things in perspective. only you, though.&lt;br&gt;life is different without you.  i always knew it would be that&amp;#39;s why no matter &lt;br&gt; what i&amp;#39;d always want us to be in each others lives. life just isn&amp;#39;t the same.&lt;br&gt;God, i can&amp;#39;t say that enough.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i rewrite the same words for the past 15 months and still can&amp;#39;t let go of the&lt;br&gt;bad feelings. nothing works. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~Kamela&lt;br&gt;still love you like before... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-5716587179548698908?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/5716587179548698908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=5716587179548698908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/5716587179548698908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/5716587179548698908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/08/sad.html' title='sad...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2254100140040025488</id><published>2009-08-11T19:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:46:59.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am missing you soooo much right now, this past week.&lt;br&gt;Still hurts the same.  I miss you. I am so sad, hurt and &lt;br&gt;there are happy things I want to share with you. &lt;br&gt; You would be very proud of me.  &lt;br clear="all"&gt;I love you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2254100140040025488?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2254100140040025488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2254100140040025488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2254100140040025488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2254100140040025488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='..........'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-5588709386074802258</id><published>2009-08-10T10:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:14:40.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Same ole news....</title><content type='html'>Dear James,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you.  Life is really not the same without you.  It was never on those quiet days when you&lt;br&gt;were around but unavailable.  It sad thing happened I was traveling in LES on Delancey Street&lt;br&gt;and it was unrecognizable!! All the shops and hoochie stores are all gone.  It took my breath&lt;br&gt; away.  Half of a block is torn down and the people have changed as well.  I know how you would&lt;br&gt;feel but you would also say that&amp;#39;s life and keep it movin.  =/  I just miss you!! It&amp;#39;s not fair.  But alot of life&lt;br&gt; isn&amp;#39;t fair.  I&amp;#39;ve been well. Enjoying my summer.  Bike riding. Camping. Just got back from Jamaica.&lt;br&gt;But there&amp;#39;s no you to tell my stories to...No you to be proud of the crazy stuff I&amp;#39;ve done.  I &amp;#39;ve gotten &lt;br&gt; alot more brave these days, and even a little more afraid of life.  Is that possible??? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, my dearest James, still cannot believe you are not here, I still think of you often. At times&lt;br&gt;I wish my memory wasn&amp;#39;t so great cause the things that made me smile also makes me cry...&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt;Love forever and a Day,&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-5588709386074802258?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/5588709386074802258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=5588709386074802258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/5588709386074802258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/5588709386074802258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/08/same-ole-news.html' title='Same ole news....'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-9068091228292558524</id><published>2009-07-18T10:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:11:25.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It just occurred to me that I have waited soooo long for the new Maxwell CD to drop and &lt;br&gt;I am probably the only Maxwell lover who hasn&amp;#39;t bought, it downloaded it, &lt;br&gt;  or forced one of their friends to make a copy of the CD for them.  I am scared, as silly as it &lt;br&gt;sounds.  Maxwell, was what I shared with you, although you called him gay because I drooled&lt;br&gt;over him, and you hated any attention that wasn&amp;#39;t solely your attention.  But I know you would&lt;br&gt;  sit in your apt and play it over and over just like I did.  It does make me a little nervous when&lt;br&gt;I think of getting it, I don&amp;#39;t want to willfully remind myself that I can&amp;#39;t call you and that you aren&amp;#39;t &lt;br&gt;  train ride away.   I will surely let you know when I do purchase the CD and you&amp;#39;ll definitely know &lt;br&gt;when I have listened to it and cried my eyes out. I remember listening to Urban Hang Suite and &lt;br&gt;NOW so many times I burnt the CD out until it couldn&amp;#39;t play in my CD player anymore and I had to &lt;br&gt;  buy new CDs!! =) &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;That last thing I wrote to you about being at peace that was a momentary thing.  &lt;br&gt;The peace I think that was, was me not making myself ill about missing you.&lt;br&gt;But to accept that what happened last year happened, still stings &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-9068091228292558524?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/9068091228292558524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=9068091228292558524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/9068091228292558524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/9068091228292558524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-havent-yet.html' title='I haven&apos;t yet...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-8041011998390956088</id><published>2009-07-15T15:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:10:19.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of You....</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am at peace.&lt;br&gt;I still think of you often.&lt;br&gt;I have loved you.&lt;br&gt;And you have made me smile&lt;br&gt;and continue to make me smile&lt;br&gt;you give me private moments where&lt;br&gt; I can have a secretly smile and no&lt;br&gt;one is the wiser.&lt;br&gt;For that alone I am thankful.&lt;br&gt;I do miss you.&lt;br&gt;I am at peace.&lt;br&gt;I can think of you, still be a little&lt;br&gt;sick in my stomach, I can relate to those&lt;br&gt;pains now, but they don&amp;#39;t keep me up at night&lt;br&gt; anymore.&lt;br&gt;Oh, James, you are great.&lt;br&gt;Have always thought so.&lt;br&gt;Just wanted to write to you&lt;br&gt;because I am moved by you at this moment.&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t call you when I think of you,&lt;br&gt;but I can stop and come here and release my &lt;br&gt; thoughts into the comic world and know you got it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Love you James Shawn Agostini &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;  Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-8041011998390956088?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/8041011998390956088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=8041011998390956088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8041011998390956088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8041011998390956088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/thought-of-you.html' title='Thought of You....'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4756449206800721750</id><published>2009-07-07T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:22:01.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Too Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;James,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I cried when I heard this song and thought of you...&lt;br&gt;it left me breathless...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gone Too Soon &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Like A Comet&lt;br&gt;Blazing &amp;#39;Cross The Evening Sky &lt;br&gt; Gone Too Soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like A Rainbow&lt;br&gt;Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye&lt;br&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shiny And Sparkly&lt;br&gt;And Splendidly Bright&lt;br&gt;Here One Day&lt;br&gt;Gone One Night&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like The Loss Of Sunlight&lt;br&gt;On A Cloudy Afternoon&lt;br&gt; Gone Too Soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like A Castle&lt;br&gt;Built Upon A Sandy Beach&lt;br&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like A Perfect Flower&lt;br&gt;That Is Just Beyond Your Reach&lt;br&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight&lt;br&gt;Here One Day&lt;br&gt; Gone One Night&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like A Sunset&lt;br&gt;Dying With The Rising Of The Moon&lt;br&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img goomoji="B0C" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:B0C@goomoji.gmail"&gt;&lt;br&gt; Love Always,&lt;br&gt;Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4756449206800721750?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4756449206800721750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4756449206800721750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4756449206800721750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4756449206800721750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/gone-too-soon.html' title='Gone Too Soon...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2628170071748631634</id><published>2009-07-02T13:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:15:19.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxwell....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The world keeps changing and moving and growing.&lt;br&gt;It would definitely be a better place if you were still in it.&lt;br&gt;Maxwell&amp;#39;s long awaited new album is about to drop!!!&lt;br&gt; I cannot believe it! Finally!!&lt;br&gt;I remember not really liking Fortunate. HA!&lt;br&gt;Now, it takes my breath away....miss you.&lt;br&gt;Who will I have if not you to call and sob about it to???&lt;br&gt;Maybe I need to do this one on my own, huh?&lt;br&gt; I get it!&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve done alot this year I thought I couldn&amp;#39;t and always&lt;br&gt;had you in the back of my mind telling me that &amp;quot;I could&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you for all my Maxwell memories.&lt;br&gt;If you thought he made you cry before!!!!&lt;br&gt; you have no idea what&amp;#39;s ahead!! lol&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;oxoxoxo&lt;br&gt;Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2628170071748631634?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2628170071748631634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2628170071748631634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2628170071748631634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2628170071748631634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/07/maxwell.html' title='Maxwell....'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4984331744592127486</id><published>2009-06-26T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:19:53.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>workin day &amp; night, dont stop demos</title><content type='html'>these are the one you played for me over and over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2yHzXneIj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2yHzXneIj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxzf-TSvPec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxzf-TSvPec&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4984331744592127486?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4984331744592127486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4984331744592127486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4984331744592127486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4984331744592127486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/workin-day-night-dont-stop-demos.html' title='workin day &amp; night, dont stop demos'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-8296383947455852690</id><published>2009-06-26T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:09:35.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordyn is her Name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Goudy Old Style'"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Okay James, All those times you were in my dreams and giving me hints of  a little boy, You were wrong I&amp;#8217;m having a little girl.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;You will never believe this. But one  night Carlos and I were thinking of names, this was way before we found out the  sex of the baby. He was like if it&amp;#8217;s a girl lets name her &amp;#8220;&lt;?xml:namespace  prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"  /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place  w:st="on"&gt;Jordan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&amp;#8221; I was like are you serious?  He said yes I like that name. I said to him &amp;#8220; Did you know that&amp;#8217;s James daughter  name &amp;#8220;Jordyn&amp;#8221;. He had no clue! I made sure that I corrected the spelling. I told  him that would be great I can dig it but we have to spell it the name like James  daughter. He was fine and we stuck with that name.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It&amp;#8217;s crazy! Someone in personnel even  suggested that I name the baby&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;#8220;Jordyn-James&amp;#8221; Which I thought was cool. But I know I would have been up  to my child school for someone teasing her because part of her name is a boy  name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=401430715-26062009&gt;So "Jordyn-James" is out the question.  Just "Jordyn" for the first name.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Goudy Old Style'"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o  ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Goudy Old Style'"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;I saw Jordyn last week on your Birthday. Jen &amp;amp; Her had a wonderful  gathering upstate to honor you. It was wonderful, of course the food was  GOOD.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;We had fun! It was raining  like crazy but that didn&amp;#8217;t stop me from going. Jordyn is Beautiful James. I&lt;SPAN  class=401430715-26062009&gt;'m&lt;/SPAN&gt; just waiting for that dream when you say to  me &amp;#8220;My daughter looks better than yours&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220;Punk Bitch why you trying to be  like me, There&amp;#8217;s only one Jordyn&amp;#8221; LMAO!!! &lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I just could imagine the craz&lt;SPAN  class=401430715-26062009&gt;y &lt;/SPAN&gt;things that would have came out your mouth.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Goudy Old Style'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Goudy Old Style'"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;I saw the twins, zaida , jack and veronica, Rayn (The Beatles you&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;use to call him), your mom, etc. so  special! A wonderful moment. I must say that you build us to become close and  never to forget one another. You really glue us all together. That&amp;#8217;s Amazing!  You love runs Deep! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Goudy Old Style'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Goudy Old Style'"&gt;***Manta***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Vladimir Script" color=#8080c0  size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-8296383947455852690?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/8296383947455852690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=8296383947455852690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8296383947455852690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/8296383947455852690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/jordyn-is-her-name.html' title='Jordyn is her Name!'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-282451731671021440</id><published>2009-06-26T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:47:52.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>James &amp; Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;Oh man! I know that  you are crying your heart out James. But I&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN  class=731493914-26062009&gt;couldn't&lt;/SPAN&gt; help but to laugh last night because I  remember you called me out of the blue and was like &amp;#8220; Yo son, guess what.&lt;SPAN  class=731493914-26062009&gt;? &lt;/SPAN&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;SPAN class=731493914-26062009&gt;  ----&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;#8221; I was like what are you serious, stop playing. Then you starting  laughing and said &amp;#8220; SIKE, you are a burger, you believed me&amp;#8221; You really was  laughing so hard that I couldn&amp;#8217;t do nothing but laugh. I mean it&amp;#8217;s not a funny  matter at the moment, but for those you really know you knows laugher was a way  to ease the pain of anything that was going on. James you Joke about everything.  lol&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"  /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;Your love for  Michael Jackson was so strong. I remember you had me watching all his videos one  night and every time you saw that I was falling a sleep&lt;SPAN  class=731493914-26062009&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;you will be like &amp;#8220;Fuck that we watching it  again because you didn&amp;#8217;t see that part your eyes were close&amp;#8221; In the middle of  watching the video out of no where you started crying, I was like &amp;#8220;WHAT THE  HECK&amp;#8221; You responded &amp;#8220; I don&amp;#8217;t know why that happen to his skin he was so cute  when he was brown.&lt;SPAN class=731493914-26062009&gt; You argued with me that  Michael had some type of skin problem. I didn't say anything more you were so  emotional and serious. You really was crying. Your &amp;nbsp;love for MJ was  serious.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;I wonder how you are  going to greet Michael Jackson when you met him. Are you going to write him love  poems? are you going to tell him that you are the biggest fan? Maybe Ya&amp;#8217;ll will  make music together. Michael is in for a nice treat when ya&amp;#8217;ll met and greet.  &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Just don&amp;#8217;t put him to sleep with  the long stories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=731493914-26062009&gt; I know that you are going  to tell him about the Red Sox over and over again. You are up there with all  your peoples, Biggie, Tu-Pac, MJ, Luther, Sam Cooke,&amp;nbsp; Bob Marley etc. You  are around the music greatest, I wonder what it is like for you? of Course  peaceful, Hmm I just wonder....&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;Love  Always&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Papyrus"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; 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Michael'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-114857849791844240</id><published>2009-06-26T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:28:00.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>................</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thank you for torturing me for hours upon hours of Michael Jackson!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Through you I knew him better and saw inside both your worlds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thank you.  &lt;br&gt;The sky filled with stars....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" clear="all"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love you James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-114857849791844240?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/114857849791844240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=114857849791844240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/114857849791844240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/114857849791844240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='................'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-6470542219456054764</id><published>2009-06-25T18:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:56:29.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's true, he's gone.</title><content type='html'>i wonder if you will be waiting for him.&lt;br&gt;if you will see michael jackson&lt;br&gt;on the other side.&lt;br&gt;how many nights you played the jackson 5 live for me, &lt;br&gt;the one where they recorded at home, &lt;br&gt;where they used household pots, pans utensils &lt;br&gt; and we would sit silent, listening to it over and over, &lt;br&gt;amazed at how talented this young man was. &lt;br&gt;i see your face, james.&lt;br&gt;i see you in shock.&lt;br&gt;im waiting for your call that won&amp;#39;t ever come.&lt;br&gt;my heart is in my stomach.&lt;br&gt; i miss you.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Zaida&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://manhattanspeak.wordpress.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;  | &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/manhattanspeak"&gt;twitter &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-6470542219456054764?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6470542219456054764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=6470542219456054764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6470542219456054764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6470542219456054764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-true-hes-gone.html' title='it&apos;s true, he&apos;s gone.'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-534109743488156243</id><published>2009-06-23T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:16:55.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG id=ridImg  src="cid:622370318@23062009-2A39" align=bottom&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=_AthCaret&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Happy Birthday Big head  :-)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I know its two  days&amp;nbsp; later but I didn't forget, just didn't have the time to come on  here.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I didn't make it  to&amp;nbsp;the party Jen and Jordan had to remember  you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I so wanted to be there  and I had every intention of being there to celebrate with your family and  friends &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;but in the end I didn't  make it. It so weird That morning I had a dream about you, as usual you being  you lol,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I have to say it was a  funny dream, the things that come out of&amp;nbsp; that mouth of yours make me  wonder sometimes&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;even in my dreams,  i&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;t's like you are still  here.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;It so weird I went to  take an exam and the school I went to take this exam in&amp;nbsp;is called James  Madison, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;the room number I sat  in was 420 &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;and that dream&amp;nbsp;I had when&amp;nbsp;I work up it was  6:20am.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Miss you  buddy&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;love you  always&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=622370318-23062009&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;Erin&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0000ff  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-534109743488156243?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/534109743488156243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=534109743488156243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/534109743488156243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/534109743488156243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3019729981954726938</id><published>2009-06-12T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:10:34.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dude, I don&amp;#39;t know what is going on with all the dreams!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Why do I keep dreaming of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It doesn&amp;#39;t make me happy.  They make me feel worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and I can&amp;#39;t take the constant pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe if I kept much more busy, the way you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;did, I&amp;#39;d be to tired to dream.  Or too busy to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Or  if I was  filled with other thoughts and ideas to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;of you being missing.  I know I use words like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&amp;quot;gone&amp;quot; &amp;quot;missing&amp;quot; &amp;quot;not here&amp;quot;.  I haven&amp;#39;t used the adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;real words out loud for what happened.  Can&amp;#39;t accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When you do cross my mind, I think yeah, he&amp;#39;s on vaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;in Cali or Florida or London or some other place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I also dreamt of Jordyn this morning, of when she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;about three and she came to my house and fell in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my stepper machine.  And she spent the entire day stepping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then we colored.  I still have those coloring pages. I found them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a couple of weeks ago. It&amp;#39;s sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I guess there is so much on my mind, so much left to talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so much history and a year of you not here won&amp;#39;t make things ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A year won&amp;#39;t ease the pain.  A year won&amp;#39;t make the heart ache go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A year just won&amp;#39;t do it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OXOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3019729981954726938?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3019729981954726938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3019729981954726938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3019729981954726938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3019729981954726938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/year.html' title='A year...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4512822067239804868</id><published>2009-06-11T12:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:29:14.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you...</title><content type='html'>I woke up with that same ache in my heart.&lt;br&gt;Time does not heal heartache.&lt;br&gt;It does not diminish the pain or soak up the tears.&lt;br&gt;The dreams are always real and the pain that follows&lt;br&gt;chokes me.&lt;br&gt;I dreamt of you last night and it was the same.&lt;br&gt; You were gone and yet you were not and I wanted &lt;br&gt;you back here in the present.&lt;br&gt;I couldn&amp;#39;t sleep last night.  Woke up with pains in &lt;br&gt;my heart.  It just not fair.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you.&lt;br&gt;Kamela &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4512822067239804868?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4512822067239804868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4512822067239804868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4512822067239804868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4512822067239804868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-you.html' title='Miss you...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2735635699708274553</id><published>2009-06-02T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:15:30.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Invited - Remembering James</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.evite.com/gtimages/D/O/H/DOHLBGUGUUDGESTUXEVB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.evite.com/gtimages/D/O/H/DOHLBGUGUUDGESTUXEVB.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you are reading this post, then you probably love James as much as we do.  His sister, Jenny, and her family will be having a party to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember James&lt;/span&gt; on June 20th at 2pm at her home.  Jenny has asked me to post the &lt;a href="http://www.evite.com/pages/invite/viewInvite.jsp?event=ZEXLGATQSJMHXLIXMLFY&amp;amp;inviteId=NMNMSETFTBLPQKIWPRTE&amp;amp;showPreview=false&amp;amp;x=261370909"&gt;evite&lt;/a&gt; here because she does not have everyones emails or phone numbers. She asked that this be forwarded so that everyone who knew and loved James get this invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;a href="http://www.evite.com/pages/invite/viewInvite.jsp?event=ZEXLGATQSJMHXLIXMLFY&amp;amp;inviteId=NMNMSETFTBLPQKIWPRTE&amp;amp;showPreview=false&amp;amp;x=261370909"&gt;RSVP to the evite&lt;/a&gt; if you are able to make it, and please pass it along to anyone would like to join the festivities as we celebrate the life of our Dearest James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the contact info for the party are on the &lt;a href="http://www.evite.com/pages/invite/viewInvite.jsp?event=ZEXLGATQSJMHXLIXMLFY&amp;amp;inviteId=NMNMSETFTBLPQKIWPRTE&amp;amp;showPreview=false&amp;amp;x=261370909"&gt;evite&lt;/a&gt;. Please forward this invite on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We hope to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zaida, Daniel, Ryan and our new twins - Gabriel &amp;amp; Stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2735635699708274553?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2735635699708274553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2735635699708274553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2735635699708274553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2735635699708274553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-invited-remembering-james.html' title='You Are Invited - Remembering James'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2576239615197104359</id><published>2009-05-29T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:21:06.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG id=ridImg  src="cid:453171616@29052009-23D1" align=bottom&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=_AthCaret&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=453171616-29052009&gt;Hi buddy,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=453171616-29052009&gt;It been a while since I came on here, I  guess sometimes it is just too much to think about you not been  here.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=453171616-29052009&gt;It's been a year and it feels like it was  just yesterday on Tuesday of that week you came over to my desk and ask me come  with you to get breakfast. Who knew that was the last time we would speak to  each other again. Still miss you so much I can't believe it been a year and it  can still hurt so much that you aren't here. You are still constantly in the  back of my mind.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=453171616-29052009&gt;Love you always &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=453171616-29052009&gt;Miss you so much&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=453171616-29052009&gt;Love you always &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=453171616-29052009&gt;Erin&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=453171616-29052009&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2576239615197104359?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2576239615197104359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2576239615197104359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2576239615197104359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2576239615197104359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-in-my-heart.html' title='Still in my heart'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1665016940201554215</id><published>2009-05-29T12:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:12:54.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;May 29, 2009........I set a reminder on my phone a while ago, and forgot about it, &lt;br&gt;though I didn&amp;#39;t need reminding, who does?!?!?&lt;br&gt;I couldn&amp;#39;t get to sleep last night...&lt;br&gt; Today feels somber. &lt;br&gt;Feels lonesome.&lt;br&gt;I was making ice tea and went to check my phone to &lt;br&gt;see if I had any missed calls.&lt;br&gt;I saw your name, (but it was my calendar reminder) &lt;br&gt;and that was the most bitter sweet moment.&lt;br&gt; For the quickest second I thought that I had a missed call from&lt;br&gt;you.  My heart was the happiest for a moment.  I felt it actually stop.&lt;br&gt;I thought you were at work and you called me to annoy me&lt;br&gt;cuz you were bored. I thought  you heard new song and wanted me to listen to &lt;br&gt; it.  I thought you were calling to have me meet you for lunch.&lt;br&gt;I thought you saw a HOT girl and wanted to call and tell me how gorgeous she is.&lt;br&gt;I thought something reminded you of an old friend and you &lt;br&gt;decided to say hello. &lt;br&gt; I thought you thought of me.&lt;br&gt;I thought you decided to call me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish any of these were true. &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just me wishing too hard.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hearts.....&lt;br&gt;Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1665016940201554215?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1665016940201554215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1665016940201554215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1665016940201554215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1665016940201554215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thought.html' title='I thought...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2377340540636471855</id><published>2009-05-27T11:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:27:54.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you Goonie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your in my thoughts and I keep you close to my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miss you. Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2377340540636471855?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2377340540636471855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2377340540636471855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2377340540636471855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2377340540636471855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-you-goonie.html' title='Miss you Goonie!!'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-680705965136427325</id><published>2009-05-24T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:01:54.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;James,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know I sound repetitive.&lt;br&gt;But you were are still so very important to me.&lt;br&gt;It hurts so badly that you are not here.&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know what to do with my thoughts,&lt;br&gt; feelings and emotions sometimes.&lt;br&gt;Yesterday I went bike riding.&lt;br&gt;I know that you and my sister used to go.&lt;br&gt;And that would have been a nice and safe &lt;br&gt;thing for us to do together. &lt;br&gt;I thought of you all day as I was trying not to &lt;br&gt; get caught between a bus and a car the way you did&lt;br&gt;last year.  And I laughed at how mad you were when &lt;br&gt;your bike was stolen right out side of the Law Dept.&lt;br&gt;the first day after you bought it.&lt;br&gt;A butterfly floated around my head yesterday.&lt;br&gt; I knew it was you. It was pretty.  Yellow and black.  It was busy.&lt;br&gt;It moved like you do or rather like you did.  Busy never constant.&lt;br&gt;I miss you. &lt;br&gt;I still feel this can&amp;#39;t be true and you&amp;#39;ve moved away like the two times you said you&lt;br&gt; were gonna.  I was sad then and for a quick moment felt lost.&lt;br&gt;Never thought that moment would be come, nevertheless be &lt;br&gt;a staple emotion in my life, in a life that should be certain &lt;br&gt;at this point.  &lt;br&gt;I know now that nothing is certain, even with my dad&amp;#39;s passing, &lt;br&gt; I thought it as a process of life.  But you not in a million years.&lt;br&gt;I would ask God to return if I knew it was possible because we all&lt;br&gt;miss you dearly.  I miss you dearly.  And I will continue to write and&lt;br&gt;sound redundant because I know I can come here and have a place&lt;br&gt; to put these lost feelings to rest with you. I know that the feelings are &lt;br&gt;redundant but I feel them strongly like I feel others and I have no one&lt;br&gt;who would really know I how I feel.  So I hope you don&amp;#39;t mind me thinking&lt;br&gt; them and talking to you and saying the same things over and over....&lt;br&gt;I miss you.  You infinitely are important to me with every step I take.&lt;br&gt;I think of you fondly.  Often. I smile and miss you. &lt;br&gt;I miss your antics and conspiracy plans...lol&lt;br&gt; Sweet James...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;img goomoji="B0C" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:B0C@goomoji.gmail"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-680705965136427325?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/680705965136427325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=680705965136427325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/680705965136427325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/680705965136427325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-6829736622031277106</id><published>2009-05-20T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:00:55.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>............</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I felt myself lose my breath a lot today and the day isn&amp;#39;t even over yet.&lt;br&gt;I got really mad at you today when I was walking to the bank.&lt;br&gt;I even cussed you a little, and no I still don&amp;#39;t cuss, but just rant and rave.&lt;br&gt; I call you to walk with me when I need a friend.  And I needed you today!&lt;br&gt;I needed you, I still do.  &lt;br&gt;The next few days will be difficult, as I just thought about it.&lt;br&gt;About why I feel sadder today.  Everyone has that same one wish, &lt;br&gt; to have one moment back, to turn back time, to be granted just one,&lt;br&gt;only one wish. &lt;br&gt;To be at a certain place, just one more time.&lt;br&gt;To see a particular face one more time.&lt;br&gt;To say the most meaningful words because you knew it was your last &lt;br&gt; chance.  &lt;br&gt;I am glad to said my words.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;But I&amp;#39;d love to see your face again.&lt;br&gt;I would love to talk to you again, though your voice will be forever ingrained &lt;br&gt;in my mind. &lt;br&gt;To sit across from you, and share the same space.&lt;br&gt; To share the same air.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you so very very much.&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-6829736622031277106?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6829736622031277106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=6829736622031277106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6829736622031277106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6829736622031277106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='............'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2232510370102495749</id><published>2009-05-18T15:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:59:21.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;I thought  about you this weekend a lot. Just thinking if you where still here I will have  nothing but laughter here at work. I never been so stressed like this before.  But I know what you would say. You would tell me &amp;#8220;FUCKED THAT BITCH ASS&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; Love  you James!&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;***  Manfa***&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2232510370102495749?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2232510370102495749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2232510370102495749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2232510370102495749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2232510370102495749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/stressed-out.html' title='Stressed Out!'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3987992914865899160</id><published>2009-05-18T01:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:06:14.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;My Dear Friend,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is so much that I miss you for.&lt;br&gt;I miss my friend, my dear, dear, dear &lt;br&gt;friend. There are days that I wondered&lt;br&gt;how did I get by with you gone.  I had a &lt;br&gt; dream the other night.  I dreamed that I had died&lt;br&gt;and you were still here.  That I tried calling you on&lt;br&gt;the phone.  It rang. You picked it up. But there was&lt;br&gt;no answer.  You knew it was me.  And I was watching&lt;br&gt; you, as you answered the phone and you felt sad b/c you &lt;br&gt;knew it was me and you couldn&amp;#39;t speak to me. It the way I &lt;br&gt;(we) feel now.  But you went on with you day like you always do.&lt;br&gt;But you paused and thought of me.  And that made me feel so good.&lt;br&gt; So right now I willingly pause and remember you, instead of thoughts and&lt;br&gt;memories catching me off guard.  I pause and remember you.  The sweet,&lt;br&gt;good, funny, hopeful you.  The you that in these last years went for your dreams&lt;br&gt; and gave it a chance, no matter the outcome.  You did it. I pause and think&lt;br&gt;of the smiles you gave and created and the lives you have changed for all of our&lt;br&gt;lives.  I pause and think of the moments this past week when your thoughts came&lt;br&gt; through my brother and sister&amp;#39;s mouth and we looked at each other thinking, &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That was sooooo James!!!&amp;quot; and laughter followed...&lt;br&gt;I love when I dream of you because these dreams are so&lt;br&gt;rich and seem so real and for few moments caught between waking and&lt;br&gt; sleepiness and those always feel so real. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you, my dear friend.  At times the pain loneliness of you in particular &lt;br&gt;not being here is palpable.  You will always indefinitely been where you have&lt;br&gt;always been, in my heart...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  Love,&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3987992914865899160?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3987992914865899160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3987992914865899160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3987992914865899160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3987992914865899160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-5294995593364495816</id><published>2009-05-07T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:03:49.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Good  Afternoon, It&amp;#8217;s been a while since I have posted something. Just been getting my  thoughts together and other things I must say. I really do miss you James. I  think about you every day. Since I been Pregnant I had a few dreams about you.  But two of the dreams sticks out. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;The first  one was when I found out I was pregnant. You were holding a little boy and it  was dark in my apartment. You didn&amp;#8217;t speak or anything but you was looking for a  way out the apartment with the baby. Than you sat the little boy on the chair. I  stayed in the bed room pretended to be sleep. The little boy walk to me and said  &amp;#8220; Mommy are you coming&amp;#8221; I said &amp;#8220;no do you want me to come&amp;#8221; The boy replied  &amp;#8220;Mommy I don&amp;#8217;t want to leave you I want to stay with you forever and I love you&amp;#8221;  After the little boy and I stopped talking you had already left the  apartment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;The Second  Dream: We were in someone&amp;#8217;s apartment didn&amp;#8217;t recognize the apartment. You seemed  a little distant didn&amp;#8217;t say much, you looked sad or something. But you left a  big basket on a table. I went over to the table and it was nothing but blue and  white clothing within the basket. I went over to you and hugged you and asked  &amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;s the matter&amp;#8221; You said nothing, than I guess I woke  up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;If you are  trying to tell me it&amp;#8217;s a boy I&amp;#8217;m having, well thank you for letting me know. LOL  but we all know that I&amp;#8217;m cheering for a girl. But I&amp;#8217;m happy with whatever God  blesses us with. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;James I  miss you and I sure wish you were here to see me go through this pregnancy  because you will be in laugher 24/7 I promise. I have gotten a little crazy!!!!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Love  You&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333399; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;**Manta**&lt;SPAN  class=580220420-07052009&gt; Bff&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Californian FB"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=580220420-07052009&gt;&lt;FONT  face="High Tower Text"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-5294995593364495816?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/5294995593364495816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=5294995593364495816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/5294995593364495816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/5294995593364495816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/05/boy.html' title='A Boy?'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4308317959751496958</id><published>2009-04-20T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:41:50.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain miss you.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;James. I miss you.&lt;br&gt;Heard a song that of course reminded me of you.&lt;br&gt;and then I thought that I need to  speak to you.&lt;br&gt;And it kills me. and then the missing you came.&lt;br&gt;the sick pains.  I  miss you. I miss you. I miss you.&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;~Love,&lt;br&gt;  Kamela &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4308317959751496958?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4308317959751496958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4308317959751496958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4308317959751496958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4308317959751496958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-plain-miss-you.html' title='Just plain miss you.......'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-9220965188547652293</id><published>2009-04-11T16:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:42:03.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~You have been the closest thing to a perfect soul that I have known.&lt;br&gt;Never self-fish. Never waivering. Only offering what you could, when it&lt;br&gt;was sincere.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;                 Just wanted to say it again~&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-9220965188547652293?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/9220965188547652293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=9220965188547652293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/9220965188547652293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/9220965188547652293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts....'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1118943382851348049</id><published>2009-04-06T23:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:24:33.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you so much and I need someone to talk.&lt;br&gt;My heart is heavy with thoughts.&lt;br&gt;God, this cannot be happening.&lt;br&gt;James, why are you not here???&lt;br&gt;Why did this have to happen to you?&lt;br&gt;Of all the people in my life you have been a&lt;br&gt; staple for 11 years. You were one &lt;br&gt;of the few things I did not want to live &lt;br clear="all"&gt;without and look here is it. &lt;br&gt;What are the chances that life just &lt;br&gt;doesn&amp;#39;t work out either way?!?!!?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you dearly...&lt;br&gt; ~Kamela&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1118943382851348049?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1118943382851348049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1118943382851348049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1118943382851348049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1118943382851348049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-you.html' title='Miss you...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-486845650819311760</id><published>2009-04-01T13:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:06:54.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;James.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*  :)  &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Always!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-486845650819311760?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/486845650819311760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=486845650819311760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/486845650819311760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/486845650819311760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...............'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1185981562001537019</id><published>2009-03-12T01:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:54:52.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I&amp;#39;ve been doing something really funny as of late.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve got some new music.  Just some stuff I&amp;#39;ve run into&lt;br&gt;from here and there.  And I love them, these new songs.&lt;br&gt; And I&amp;#39;m really excited about them.  So I&amp;#39;ve been trying to get &lt;br&gt; people to listen to my new found songs and have them feel&lt;br&gt;the pain, feel the words, feel the strings, the piano, the voice.&lt;br&gt;But no one seems to bother with me.  They think I&amp;#39;ve got too much&lt;br&gt;time on my hands, now that I&amp;#39;m unemployed.  Then on the train the&lt;br&gt;  other day, the thought slapped my in the face!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;!!!!!&lt;br&gt;James. I&amp;#39;ve turned into you!!!!!!!!!  It was the funniest thing that has&lt;br&gt;happened in a long time.  Then I thought of you.  I thought of how  much&lt;br&gt;  you wanted me and I&amp;#39;m sure many others to listen, just to sit and share a moment&lt;br&gt;with you.  You wanted to share this passion you had at a particular moment.&lt;br&gt;I recall the hours of &amp;quot;torture&amp;quot;, I used to call them.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;So call me now, and play something sweet....&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1185981562001537019?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1185981562001537019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1185981562001537019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1185981562001537019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1185981562001537019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/03/call-me.html' title='Call me...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3127282578678685297</id><published>2009-03-09T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:53:45.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;James, James, James.&lt;br&gt;Surreal.  The time has gone&lt;br&gt;by as it should, as it must.&lt;br&gt;But you, are never far from my thoughts.&lt;br&gt;The pain in my heart has not eased one ounce.&lt;br&gt; But has gotten heavier.  I think about you watching over us.&lt;br&gt;From heaven...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Would you know my name  &lt;br&gt;If I saw you in heaven  &lt;br&gt;Will it be the same  &lt;br&gt;If I saw you in heaven  &lt;br&gt;I must be strong, and carry on  &lt;br&gt;Cause I know I don&amp;#39;t belong  &lt;br&gt;Here in heaven  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Would you hold my hand  &lt;br&gt;If I saw you in heaven  &lt;br&gt;Would you help me stand  &lt;br&gt;If I saw you in heaven  &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll find my way, through night and day  &lt;br&gt;Cause I know I just can&amp;#39;t stay  &lt;br&gt;Here in heaven  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time can bring you down  &lt;br&gt;Time can bend your knee  &lt;br&gt;Time can break your heart  &lt;br&gt;Have you begging please  &lt;br&gt;Begging please  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Beyond the door  &lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s peace I&amp;#39;m sure.  &lt;br&gt;And I know there&amp;#39;ll be no more...  &lt;br&gt;Tears in heaven  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Would you know my name  &lt;br&gt;If I saw you in heaven  &lt;br&gt;Will it be the same  &lt;br&gt;If I saw you in heaven  &lt;br&gt;I must be strong, and carry on  &lt;br&gt;Cause I know I don&amp;#39;t belong  &lt;br&gt;Here in heaven  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cause I know I don&amp;#39;t belong  &lt;br&gt;Here in heaven&amp;quot;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss you.&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;     &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3127282578678685297?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3127282578678685297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3127282578678685297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3127282578678685297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3127282578678685297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/03/heaven.html' title='Heaven...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1012146357674572930</id><published>2009-02-19T11:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:57:36.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6:21</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I dreamt of you early this morning.&lt;br&gt;Your entire family was there.&lt;br&gt;And you were 23 again.&lt;br&gt;Your face was beautiful.&lt;br&gt;Your cheeks were flush.&lt;br&gt;Your eyes, the bluest ever.&lt;br&gt; Your voice the same.&lt;br&gt;It resonated in my head and heart.&lt;br&gt;Zaida was there.&lt;br&gt;Grandma was there, too.&lt;br&gt;I remember seeing Jenny, she &lt;br&gt;was young as when I met her,&lt;br&gt;19 or so. Uncle Mike. Your Mom.&lt;br&gt;It was a serious conversation.&lt;br&gt; We were all talking about something&lt;br&gt;serious. It was about you. You weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;well.&amp;nbsp; And we were trying to figure things out.&lt;br&gt;You started to cry. You buried you face in your hands&lt;br&gt;as you sometimes did, when things were too much for you.&lt;br&gt; But for the most part you were strong, as you always were.&lt;br&gt;Your voice was strong. It was the one I remember.&lt;br&gt;You wore a pink oxford shirt and jeans, and those Eastland shoes.&lt;br&gt;I started to cry. I could feel your presence in my room.&amp;nbsp; It was so &lt;br&gt; strong.&amp;nbsp; It was you comforting me.&amp;nbsp; The room was warm and comfortable.&lt;br&gt;I cried and woke up and cried some more and looked at my cell phone for the&lt;br&gt;time. I knew, I knew, I knew, what time is was going to be...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;6:21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;6:21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;6:21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;6:21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It was definitely you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;~Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1012146357674572930?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1012146357674572930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1012146357674572930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1012146357674572930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1012146357674572930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/02/621.html' title='6:21'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4732162103599483236</id><published>2009-02-16T21:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:04:08.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It&amp;#39;s February 16th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I&amp;#39;m looking at this page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;This page...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;is all that is left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It&amp;#39;s not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You were always too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Excess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My memories are not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The letters are not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The photographs are not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My box full of memories are NOT enough!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I can&amp;#39;t call you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I can&amp;#39;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I have to get over with the grieving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The grief is too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;How could this be this way for someone so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Full of sweetness.&amp;nbsp; Giving only sweetness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I know. I know. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I have to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ok.&amp;nbsp; :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Goodness, my angel~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4732162103599483236?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4732162103599483236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4732162103599483236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4732162103599483236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4732162103599483236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_16.html' title='.........'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3581277172774104194</id><published>2009-02-11T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:19:30.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAXWELL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~You have more often, than often been on my mind.&lt;br&gt;I dreamt of you last night. &lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t remember the exacts about the dream, but it was a good one.&lt;br&gt;Cause I didn&amp;#39;t wake up drenched in tears or sweat.&lt;br&gt; I had to go get a root canal done today. &lt;br&gt;I was petrified. I really, really don&amp;#39;t like going to the dentist.&lt;br&gt;More than usual people. lol.&lt;br&gt;The last time, I was sitting in the chair, very uncomfortable,&lt;br&gt;especially because the last time the dentist was playing &lt;br&gt; a Shakira video on youtube, &amp;quot;Hips don&amp;#39;t lie&amp;quot;, and he was &lt;br&gt;intently watching her shake her hips, and it was making me very &lt;br&gt;uncomfortable, lol. And earlier he made a comment on how pretty I was.&lt;br&gt;I know you would have kicked his butt!! lol&lt;br&gt; But today he had a jazz station on,&lt;br&gt;and Maxwell came on. Out of nowhere!!&lt;br&gt;And I know it was you. &lt;br&gt;I know that it was you trying to make me feel comfortable.&lt;br&gt;You always made sure I was ok, always.&lt;br&gt;Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.&lt;br&gt; Always. Always. Always.~&lt;br&gt;~Kamela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3581277172774104194?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3581277172774104194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3581277172774104194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3581277172774104194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3581277172774104194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/02/maxwell.html' title='MAXWELL...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-45884293301206479</id><published>2009-02-10T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:53:08.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora.com...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I&amp;#39;ve discovered Pandora.com.&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;d looooove it!&lt;br&gt;So you type in an artist,&lt;br&gt;of course I typed Maxwell...&amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;and they play all the songs in that &lt;br&gt;genre.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt; It played the same playlist I have on my IPOD! lol.&lt;br&gt;Maxwell, D&amp;#39;angelo, Jill Scott, Robin Thicke, Tamia, John Lengend...&lt;br&gt;then came the waterworks.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s really damn annoying. Normal people don&amp;#39;t walk around &lt;br&gt; crying, the way I do. I guess it&amp;#39;s my &amp;#39;Symptom Unknown&amp;#39;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the other hand as annoying as it is, don&amp;#39;t want the norm &lt;br&gt;to be nothing, I always want to feel something.&lt;br&gt;to be that tortured soul.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;#39;s the &amp;quot;cool thing&amp;quot; anyway, right!??!&lt;br&gt; That&amp;#39;s how the good writing comes...&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Always, &lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-45884293301206479?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/45884293301206479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=45884293301206479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/45884293301206479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/45884293301206479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/02/pandoracom.html' title='Pandora.com...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-6357402152783737594</id><published>2009-02-09T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:03:30.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Writing Class...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey Buddy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, just wanted to say hello.&lt;br&gt;Just a quick one. lol.&amp;nbsp; 2009 has &lt;br&gt;been a challenging one already.&lt;br&gt;Just need to talk, you always &lt;br&gt;had an optimist or silly outlook on life.&lt;br&gt; Which I miss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I&amp;#39;m taking this essay workshop class.&lt;br&gt;and we had to do an exercise and answer&lt;br&gt;some questions, one was : describe a you&amp;#39;ve known&lt;br&gt;for a long time but haven&amp;#39;t seen in a long time.&lt;br&gt; I thought and thought, I can&amp;#39;t think of anyone.&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t let people in,yet long enough to keep them in &lt;br&gt;my life.&amp;nbsp; They usually end up disappointing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve known you for the longest. &lt;br&gt;I haven&amp;#39;t seen you in a long time.&lt;br&gt; Yet, you have always one of two of my &amp;quot;friends&amp;quot; that&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve kept the closest.&lt;br&gt;Even over the years.&amp;nbsp; It may have appeared to be weird to others, but&lt;br&gt;it suited us well.&lt;br&gt;I remember everything about you.&lt;br&gt; I remember your the craziness that encapsulated your world.&lt;br&gt;I remember the complexity of the simpleness that surrounded us.&lt;br&gt;It was simple, there was no getting rid of me.&lt;br&gt;There was no getting rid of you. &lt;br&gt;Everyone else would have to understand that, figure it out, or ignore it.&lt;br&gt; I spent too long of time on this question, then when the thoughts became to &lt;br&gt;much and the room was hot and the cryball in my throat was growing, I knew it was gonna &lt;br&gt;embarrass me, I tried to think of someone else.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I tried to think of someone else.&lt;br&gt;Someone, who I haven&amp;#39;t seen in a while, who I hold important to me. That breatheless&lt;br&gt;kind of importance, I speak to often, see often.&lt;br&gt;But after you leaving, I hold everyone I love in my life closer to me.&lt;br&gt; you would be proud. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know anyone else.&lt;br&gt;I am not old enough to have old friends.&lt;br&gt;I am not old enough to have friends and keepsakes that die.&lt;br&gt;I am not old enough to deal with the 5 stages.&lt;br&gt;I am not ready to lose what I just learned that I didn&amp;#39;t want to live my life without.&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;d take it in any shape/form.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I ended up writing.&lt;br&gt;James.&lt;br&gt;Neurotic. Comfortable. Chicken cutlets. Obsessive bathroom cleaning. Bluest eyes. Recited stats about &lt;br&gt;Satchel Paige and made you remember them. Telling me how old school I was b/c I was still using tokens&lt;br&gt; and hadn&amp;#39;t yet gotten on the metrocard bandwagon. The napkin writings. Believe or not they actually hold up&lt;br&gt;after many years. Missed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;So this class is gonna be the &amp;quot;death&amp;quot; of me this semester. and I think I wanted that. I guess this is my way of forcing myself&lt;br&gt; to finally start dealing with the tragedies in my life, my way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;But we&amp;#39;re good, right???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Always,&lt;br&gt;Kamela&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-6357402152783737594?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6357402152783737594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=6357402152783737594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6357402152783737594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6357402152783737594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-writing-class.html' title='Damn Writing Class...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2126145503961805247</id><published>2009-02-02T01:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:37:57.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So, the Steelers won. lol.&lt;br&gt;I watched the game it was totally awesome.&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;d be proud of me.&lt;br&gt;In a room full of people, cheering and yelling &lt;br&gt; thoughts of you seeped through. &lt;br&gt;How, this is the first one you would miss&lt;br&gt;miss&lt;br&gt;miss&lt;br&gt;miss.&lt;br&gt;I thought of you today.&lt;br&gt;I spoke of you to Chris.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m never sure of how much I of my feelings &lt;br&gt;I can reveal to him or others.&lt;br&gt; Not sure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The jersey.&lt;br&gt;The stories of games past.&lt;br&gt;The love of everything about Superbowl Sunday.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been tough.&lt;br&gt;oxoxoxo&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2126145503961805247?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2126145503961805247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2126145503961805247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2126145503961805247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2126145503961805247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4888813531735361820</id><published>2009-01-31T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:53:08.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling So Lonely Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=unicode"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft SafeHTML"&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P {margin:0px;padding:0px;} body.hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;font style="" color="#7030a0"&gt;Hey J,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="" color="#7030a0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="" color="#7030a0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="" color="#7030a0"&gt;Today, a day like today, where no one else can be found and not a thing to do.... or rather want to do... I would always have you. I would call you up, you would convince me to come ova... I wouldn't want to b/c it would be to cold but you would make the offer so enticing by proclaiming to make the slamminest chicken curry or tacos and then promise we'd go c a movie.&amp;nbsp; Then, when i got there you would make me move furniture all around watch ESPN, although that one time you made me watch Brahm Stroker's Dracula which was surprisingly good.&amp;nbsp; Then play all the music you had on your computer,&amp;nbsp; and right before I would leave you would find some excuse like you were burning a cd for my sister...only 15minutes to go,or you had to show me a picture... then you would be like sleep ova...and we could play Wii... like we were kids. You never wanted to be alone...i didn't pick up on it until after well you know.&amp;nbsp; You always like to ride bikes! I remember that summer we rode all around the city and u got squished between a NYC bus and a cabbie... then when you got that new bike the very next day it was stolen right in front of the Law department.&amp;nbsp; You always said me and you would have been a better couple than you and my sister...lol....truth is we probably would've since we made such great pals.&amp;nbsp; You were my big bro, my "go to guy," i must admit my little bro has been doing a great job lately with that...you know how complicated life can get for me...or how i can make it...we are the ones who make it complicated.&amp;nbsp; So much I want to say and discuss but its just been to hard...its just not the same without you...For a while there we were two peas in a pod... You drove me insane with your farting sounds anytime someone innocently leaned over...You were and always will be my BFF... no one will take that title!&amp;nbsp; You've impacted my life more than you will ever know... I am thankful that God placed you in my life...I feel blessed to have known you.&amp;nbsp; I cant believe that i'm writing this to you and you won't reply...I'm so hurt that you are gone....i luv you....kinda dont want to stop writing i feel like you can hear me...it feels like you are talking to me.&amp;nbsp; Our conversations are still so very distinct...I hope you will not be mad at me b/c i've tried to forget you...just so I won't feel the pain and reality of it all.&amp;nbsp; But I guess we have to feel it to accept it... and by accepting it we can live with it...and when we start living again that's how your memory will remain constant, and through our memories of you that is how you remain with us.&amp;nbsp; Still cant help but feel that it's just not fair...not you...not you.... Still haven't erased your number in my contacts got a new phone and everything i guess it's part of the process.&amp;nbsp; You know that day...That Wednesday when i called&amp;nbsp; you and you didn't answer I was trying not to think anything bad happened...It's weird but that weekend, memorial day weekend this overwhelming feeling of sadness permeated throughout me.&amp;nbsp; I felt like the world was going to end.&amp;nbsp; I spoke to you that Sunday and you were trying to get me to go to that party.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know that would be the last time i would talk to you, you gave me some boy advice, you had just purchased your suit for the big day.&amp;nbsp; When i was down you would always say it could be worse and give me some outrageous story of what the situation could've been... You made me appreciate and love my family so much more because you allowed me to see them in a different light each time I would complain about silly things my brother did or how my sister was being to overprotective and how my Mom would, well be such a Mom even though i was 27 and had the right to do whatever i wanterd.&amp;nbsp; But that's the great thing about friends... they make us see things that only someone looking in from the outside could.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="" color="#7030a0"&gt;Only thing i regret is not going with you and the family to Ireland...I have that post card....and the pic of my name in the sand...Don't think I'll ever be ok with you being gone....but I'm trying to get to a place of accepting it....I know God has a plan for us all it's up to us to accept his will in our lives...and if this was part of his will then who am I to question it.&amp;nbsp; I can be angry with it...but i still believe in God's will so...I will continue to pray for you, your family, and all of us who have suffered in your absence.&amp;nbsp; Miss u... I dont feel so lonely anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Pal,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kimmy&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="" color="#7030a0"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="" color="#7030a0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;Windows Live™ Hotmail®:…more than just e-mail.  &lt;a href='http://windowslive.com/explore?ocid=TXT_TAGLM_WL_t2_hm_justgotbetter_explore_012009' target='_new'&gt;Check it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4888813531735361820?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4888813531735361820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4888813531735361820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4888813531735361820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4888813531735361820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-so-lonely-today.html' title='Feeling So Lonely Today...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2171406914971636688</id><published>2009-01-31T09:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:11:29.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fish out of water</title><content type='html'>i swear, i promise, on my unborn children, i dont *want* to be mad at you.  really you need to believe this. you came to me in my dream last night after months of silence.  so crystal fucking clear you were, standing in front of me, telling me over and over there was nothing you could do.  i was giving you that look, you know, *that* look, that look i give you when i think you are totally full of shit, that you are trying to pull yet something else over, trying to make us believe that whatever story youve concocted was actually true!  and you'll let that shit go on for days if you could, then when i finally start believing you out of nowhere you turn around and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"nah, i was just kidding.  how could you believe that anyway??"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i wanted to believe every fantastic story you told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were so damn convincing, coloring even the more boring, most mundane shit so bright like it was alice in fucking wonderland. your eyes lit up, and you would get so happy and excited once we realized, damn, we've been duped again!  and we'll stand there like, &lt;i&gt;yo, that shits not funny yo.  for real.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll laugh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so needless to say, in my dream, i thought you were full of it.  of course you could have done something more.  i mean, how am i to really believe that someone as big as you fucking are can't turn himself over in bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were pacing in the dream, shifting in your feet.  i could tell you were being "for serious" this time.  there was a small gathering in your honor on a small bridge during this carnival.  there were boats made up as floats, like you would see in the macy's parade, but on water, coming towards the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;look at this shit,&lt;/b&gt; you said. &lt;b&gt; i dont want any of this.  why the fuck they wasting their time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a carnival to celebrate you, but nobody was happy.  everyone was still grieving your death.  then a bunch of kids came out with rifles and started shooting at us, trying to kill us. it was implied that this was how we could stay with you.  someone shot ryan, i carried him, begging him to breathe.  you were gone, and it was hectic.  you werent there but i knew you were "there," you just couldnt do anything.  it was all out of your control.  but i knew you were still there.  i felt you watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up then.  just a few  minutes ago.  i was wheezing and it was hard to breathe.  like i was jogging across the bridge the way you used to.  in my dream you were so clear and so real...  but there was absolutely nothing you could do to save us from the chaos that was right around the corner from the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every once in a while, daniel catches me.  i try to hide it now, i wont front.  i dont want anyone to see me hyperventilating, sobbing, tears streaming down my face.  like now as i write this while everyone else is still sleeping.  when im doing dishes, or folding laundry, or taking a shower.  times like this i just cant control it, i just cant hold it in anymore.  i try to push it down and make it go away, but i miss you so much - it just takes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i know what you mean, james, about things being out of our control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there's only so much you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like you said, there's only so much you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im still looking for something to blame, is all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because im finding it so hard to believe that you are dead.  gone. laying in a grave that i have to visit since they day they put your body in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i'll ask daniel to take me to coney island, to the aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you love your fish, and now i know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2171406914971636688?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2171406914971636688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2171406914971636688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2171406914971636688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2171406914971636688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/fish-out-of-water.html' title='fish out of water'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1398451421168271255</id><published>2009-01-23T19:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:34:04.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you...James...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am overly sad. &lt;br&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;br&gt;i don&amp;#39;t know what to do &lt;br&gt;with myself sometimes.&lt;br&gt;Something reminds me &lt;br&gt;ever so slightly of you, &lt;br&gt;then it touches off a transcending &lt;br&gt; trail of thoughts. &lt;br&gt;The pain gets me right in the chest&lt;br&gt;throbs in my ears and clouds my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t imagine how those you saw&lt;br&gt;daily, how they feel.&lt;br&gt;How they miss the smiles and laughter.&lt;br&gt;How they miss the coffee and bagels.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Is this suppose to be this hard?????????&lt;br&gt;?????????????????????????????????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I cannot breathe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1398451421168271255?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1398451421168271255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1398451421168271255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1398451421168271255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1398451421168271255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-youjames.html' title='I miss you...James...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2882670098182131405</id><published>2009-01-22T12:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:21:29.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" clear="all"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~No one did life like you~&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;oxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~Kamela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2882670098182131405?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2882670098182131405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2882670098182131405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2882670098182131405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2882670098182131405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_22.html' title='...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1734083587626039598</id><published>2009-01-21T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:38:22.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;time goes by so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;laughter goes uncounted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;unless it&amp;#39;s gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;those phone calls you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;expect but pretend not to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;mean the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I&amp;#39;ll always wonder why you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;called me on the day before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;it was the strangest thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;but it became familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;it&amp;#39;s tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;and I expect the phone to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;have already rung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I can hear the conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Not much longer than 2 minutes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;21 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday from you to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img goomoji="gtalk.B0C" style="margin: 0pt 0.2ex; vertical-align: middle;" src="cid:gtalk.B0C@goomoji.gmail"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I&amp;#39;m expecting to see a butterfly tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1734083587626039598?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1734083587626039598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1734083587626039598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1734083587626039598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1734083587626039598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/time.html' title='time...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3965672023268390256</id><published>2009-01-19T10:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:16:36.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There&amp;#39;s so much you miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So much of life misses you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am torn between grandly moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and sulking and missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My steps are uncertain and this life just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; doesn&amp;#39;t seem picturesque anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What perfection of life is left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;when you feel one less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I feel ashamed to miss you sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Am I worthy of such a displacement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A hug is what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;You gave them greatly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Freely. Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I miss you dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;oxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~Kamela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3965672023268390256?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3965672023268390256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3965672023268390256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3965672023268390256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3965672023268390256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4870554157237664700</id><published>2009-01-15T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:49:11.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;~~~&amp;quot;Pay attention to your dreams - God&amp;#39;s angels often speak directly to our hearts when we are asleep.&amp;quot;~~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4870554157237664700?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4870554157237664700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4870554157237664700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4870554157237664700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4870554157237664700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/angels.html' title='Angels...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3983608918533659818</id><published>2009-01-13T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:38:10.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For my once in my lifetime...&lt;br&gt;you were my &amp;quot;heaven scent&amp;quot;...&lt;br&gt;at a point in my life, you were &lt;br&gt;the sweetest of the sweet&lt;br&gt;with me.&lt;br&gt;I can only recall vanilla.&lt;br&gt; sneaking into movies, one after the&lt;br&gt;next.&lt;br&gt;chicken cutlet. chelsea piers.&lt;br&gt;ice skating. central park.&lt;br&gt;batting cages. football practice.&lt;br&gt;heaven.&lt;br&gt;walks all around NYC.&lt;br&gt;family.&lt;br&gt;Playboy.&lt;br&gt;Oh, the playboy! I&amp;#39;ve never seen before &lt;br&gt; and you, you had boxes and boxes.lol&lt;br&gt;it was yucky to me.&amp;nbsp; what did I know?&lt;br&gt;Marilyn. Stevie. Michael. both.&lt;br&gt;notes. letters. declarations of all kinds.&lt;br&gt;all the girls. I was secretly jealous of...&lt;br&gt;but why was that? I asked myself why not?&lt;br&gt; how could everyone not want a piece of him???&lt;br&gt;The &amp;quot;No newspapers on the couch!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Basketball. the writing. writing. writing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I miss it.&lt;br&gt;I miss the &amp;quot;we&amp;quot; we became after the &amp;quot;we&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt; we were. &lt;br&gt;I miss you so so so so much.&lt;br&gt;I miss your ever belief in me!!&lt;br&gt;No matter what is it, I could do it. According to &lt;br&gt;you! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Heaven Scent, you always were to me.&lt;br&gt;Always will be...&lt;br&gt;Forever Angel...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3983608918533659818?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3983608918533659818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3983608918533659818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3983608918533659818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3983608918533659818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-you_13.html' title='missing you...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3490491162674041163</id><published>2009-01-13T17:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:17:43.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remember a birthday gift you gave me,&lt;br&gt;just a few years ago.&lt;br&gt;You asked Kim to give it to me.&lt;br&gt;And she refused.&amp;nbsp; lol&lt;br&gt;She hated being caught between the &lt;br&gt; two of us.&amp;nbsp; lol&lt;br&gt;It was a heart shaped glass bottle,&lt;br&gt;with pink bath salts in it. &lt;br&gt;It was so pretty.&lt;br&gt;It wasn&amp;#39;t until a year after that &lt;br&gt;did I find the butterflies that you &lt;br&gt;hid in the bath salts.&lt;br&gt;It was the sweetest ever......&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sorry, I started the butterfly frenzy&lt;br&gt;years ago.&lt;br&gt;But I&amp;#39;m glad it stuck!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oxoxox&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3490491162674041163?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3490491162674041163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3490491162674041163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3490491162674041163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3490491162674041163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_13.html' title='...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2090932599324192397</id><published>2009-01-12T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:39:48.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That face of yours is missed!!!!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2090932599324192397?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2090932599324192397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2090932599324192397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2090932599324192397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2090932599324192397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2189748538753758521</id><published>2009-01-09T12:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:47:57.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I told her it's okay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;My Mom came to me this morning.&lt;br&gt;She had tears in her eyes.&lt;br&gt;She went to the store this morning,&lt;br&gt;and she heard a song that reminded &lt;br&gt;her of ...well you know...&lt;br&gt; She said she was sorry that she made me&lt;br&gt;cry this early in the day.&lt;br&gt;I told her it&amp;#39;s ok,&lt;br&gt;that she didn&amp;#39;t bring up any feelings or thoughts&lt;br&gt;that weren&amp;#39;t already there.&lt;br&gt;She didn&amp;#39;t stir any emotions that I don&amp;#39;t &lt;br&gt; feel everyday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are&amp;nbsp; a handful of people that are with me&lt;br&gt;all day long. you are one of them....&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2189748538753758521?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2189748538753758521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2189748538753758521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2189748538753758521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2189748538753758521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-told-her-its-okay.html' title='I told her it&apos;s okay...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-9189800574604679997</id><published>2009-01-07T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:58:57.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You stir in my heart tonight,&lt;br&gt;I miss you James.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;your buddy,&lt;br&gt;~Kamela&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;:0)&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-9189800574604679997?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/9189800574604679997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=9189800574604679997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/9189800574604679997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/9189800574604679997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-you.html' title='missing you...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4343408190475403053</id><published>2009-01-05T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:13:07.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff99ff"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So thanks for keeping me safe last night.&lt;br&gt;that could have been really bad!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~oxoxox&lt;br&gt;Kamela&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4343408190475403053?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4343408190475403053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4343408190475403053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4343408190475403053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4343408190475403053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/thankyou.html' title='Thankyou'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-7266818327567528602</id><published>2009-01-02T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:18:08.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i took you for granted.</title><content type='html'>when will the guilt go away?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xzx&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-7266818327567528602?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/7266818327567528602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=7266818327567528602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7266818327567528602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7266818327567528602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-took-you-for-granted.html' title='i took you for granted.'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-7776811495548895691</id><published>2009-01-02T11:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:29:12.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG id=ridImg  src="cid:126541316@02012009-2E82" align=bottom&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=_AthCaret&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;Happy New  Year James&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;I went on  vacation and for two days straight I couldn't stop thinking about  you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;I missed  you so much, but like Zaida said you are making your rounds  again&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;and I know  she is right about that&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;Even  though you aren't here, I guess this is your way of saying don't forget about  me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;for the  holidays&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;Although I  was on vacation I wouldn't help wondering what you were  doing&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;I was  happy and did have a&amp;nbsp;great time&amp;nbsp;but I couldn't help but miss you  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;I know for  a fact you would have said to me bitch because you are going&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant  color=#800080&gt;away&amp;nbsp;you better not forget to call me&amp;nbsp; kak  lol&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;I would  never ever forget you James and&amp;nbsp;how much&amp;nbsp;you meant to  me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;I love you  always&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=126541316-02012009&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant  color=#800080&gt;Erin&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-7776811495548895691?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/7776811495548895691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=7776811495548895691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7776811495548895691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7776811495548895691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-6061268017487615864</id><published>2008-12-31T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:46:50.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&amp;#39;m not good at having everyday without you.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m not use to not being able to call you, &lt;br&gt;just to say hi.&lt;br&gt;I am not used to starting a new year without &lt;br&gt;your wishes.&lt;br&gt; I am not use to having my birthday,&lt;br&gt;in a few days, without &lt;br&gt;your wishes.&lt;br&gt;Without your sweet, sweet wishes.&lt;br&gt;A new year without you??!????&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t fathom the thought...&lt;br&gt;Happy New Year to me????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I can&amp;#39;t. but &lt;br&gt;I guess I&amp;#39;ll have to...&lt;br&gt;God, I miss you.&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t stand a New Year without...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Eternally oxoxxoxoxox &lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-6061268017487615864?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/6061268017487615864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=6061268017487615864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6061268017487615864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/6061268017487615864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_31.html' title='...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-7847501776875840408</id><published>2008-12-26T22:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:29:52.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;Miss You... :(&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#cc33cc"&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-7847501776875840408?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/7847501776875840408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=7847501776875840408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7847501776875840408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/7847501776875840408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-1039279775756278054</id><published>2008-12-25T00:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:47:44.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s harder than I knew it would be.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve got a lump in my throat.&lt;br&gt;This is the only place I think to come...&lt;br&gt;I miss you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Love,&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~Kamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-1039279775756278054?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/1039279775756278054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=1039279775756278054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1039279775756278054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/1039279775756278054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_25.html' title='...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-431543281532227678</id><published>2008-12-24T14:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:21:34.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes for Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, I&amp;#39;m gonna wait for you to call me or text me.&lt;br&gt;Something little like,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;hello&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s just one word but it meant so much,&lt;br&gt;especially out of the blue,&lt;br&gt; especially from you.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll wait for a Merry Christmas call,&lt;br&gt;and act surprise when you do call.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;and be mad if you don&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll ask how the family is,&lt;br&gt;and you&amp;#39;ll say your pleasantries.&lt;br&gt; Then you&amp;#39;ll come to Jordyn and &lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;ll gush and I&amp;#39;ll smile,&lt;br&gt;because I know her love makes you happiest.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll accept your warm wishes for me and give my Mom&lt;br&gt;a hug for you, then pass the phone to Kim,&lt;br&gt; and then we&amp;#39;ll pass it back and forth for the next&lt;br&gt;half hour.&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;ll exchange wishes again before we hang up.&lt;br&gt;Then call each other for the rest of the night about &lt;br&gt;six or seven times.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year will be a little quieter.&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#39;ll be one wish less.&lt;br&gt;The day will resonant with you in the back of &lt;br&gt;my head.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll miss you this year the most.&lt;br&gt;I missed you yesterday the most.&lt;br&gt;I miss you today the most.&lt;br&gt;James, you know my wishes today&lt;br&gt; because you see it all now.&lt;br&gt;You know the endings to all the stories, now.&lt;br&gt;Watch us and keep us safe.&lt;br&gt;My Forever Angel....as you were before and as you are now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;oxoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-431543281532227678?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/431543281532227678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=431543281532227678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/431543281532227678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/431543281532227678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishes-for-me.html' title='Wishes for Me...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3580543127571824101</id><published>2008-12-24T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:24:47.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG id=ridImg  src="cid:996232216@24122008-1C69" align=bottom&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN id=_AthCaret&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=996232216-24122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#000000  size=4&gt;Merry Christmas&amp;nbsp; James&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=996232216-24122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#000000  size=4&gt;Miss you, l&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=996232216-24122008&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Elephant color=#000000 size=4&gt;ove you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=996232216-24122008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#000000  size=4&gt;Erin&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Elephant color=#800080&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3580543127571824101?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3580543127571824101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3580543127571824101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3580543127571824101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3580543127571824101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2813517879124880662</id><published>2008-12-15T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:44:58.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This time many years ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" clear="all"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I recall when I first met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It was twelve years ago,&lt;br&gt;at this time many years ago,&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It was November...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And looked goofy in that Disney costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And I remember you making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;silly comments indirectly to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;And I thought how childish...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The funniest was the look on your face when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;you over heard me telling one of the other employees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;that I was married, you should have seen the look on your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;face...you were crushed.&amp;nbsp; I only did it to bother you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The funniest of all was when we had to do Secret Santa&lt;br&gt;for Christmas in December...&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I was hoping that i would get someone I knew and liked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;because they hired a lot of new holiday staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I put my hand into the bag and pulled out a piece of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;paper.&amp;nbsp; I kept in folded until I went outside, I closed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;my eyes and hoped it was someone nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I unfolded the piece of paper...the name read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;JAMES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;and I smiled.&lt;br&gt; and I&amp;#39;ve kept you in that same place in my heart all these &lt;br&gt;years...&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I was relieved and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I was happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I miss you dearly, buddy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;~Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Kamela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2813517879124880662?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2813517879124880662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2813517879124880662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2813517879124880662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2813517879124880662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-time-many-years-ago.html' title='This time many years ago...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-4800131030387886385</id><published>2008-12-14T23:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:51:29.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Venus, Jupiter and the Moon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s too soon .&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s only been five and a half &lt;br&gt;months,&lt;br&gt;and already, I feel as though&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve forgotten.&lt;br&gt;your voice. your smiles over the &lt;br&gt;phone.&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s too soon to forget.&lt;br&gt; to feel you so far away.&lt;br&gt;i don&amp;#39;&amp;#39;t wanna forget.&lt;br&gt;i don&amp;#39;t wanna it to be difficult to recall,&lt;br&gt;you, anytime, anyplace.&lt;br&gt;it just can&amp;#39;t be.&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s only been five and a half months,&lt;br&gt;i have the rest of my forever to be without&lt;br&gt; you.&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s too soon.&lt;br&gt;i&amp;#39;ve forgotten.&lt;br&gt;if time went by and we didn&amp;#39;t speak,&lt;br&gt;we&amp;#39;d call each other just when we&amp;#39;d had&lt;br&gt;enough distance, ans then it would be like &lt;br&gt;nothing changed.&lt;br&gt;you asking.&lt;br&gt; me saying &amp;quot;yeah, right, now?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;lol&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s too soon.&lt;br&gt;i can&amp;#39;t live my forever with you so far.&lt;br&gt;were you there?&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s crazy...just like you...just like...&lt;br&gt;did... you...see Venus, Jupiter and the Moon?&lt;br&gt; did you plan that cuz you knew I needed a smile.???&lt;br&gt;cuz it sure did make me smile.&lt;br&gt;like you did.&lt;br&gt;like you do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FAAD&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-4800131030387886385?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/4800131030387886385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=4800131030387886385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4800131030387886385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/4800131030387886385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/venus-jupiter-and-moon.html' title='Venus, Jupiter and the Moon...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2808515951650414516</id><published>2008-12-14T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:42:50.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, &lt;br&gt;which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime&lt;br&gt;falling in at night.&amp;nbsp; I miss you like hell.&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;oxoxoxo&lt;br&gt;~Kamela &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2808515951650414516?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2808515951650414516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2808515951650414516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2808515951650414516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2808515951650414516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/miss-you.html' title='miss you...'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-3411031085115635789</id><published>2008-12-02T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:07:12.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You made me smile today.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m glad I&amp;#39;ve got a secret pocket of &lt;br&gt;smiles I can pull out anytime I need them.&lt;br&gt;In C/O of you! &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love Always,&lt;br&gt; ~Kamela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-3411031085115635789?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/3411031085115635789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=3411031085115635789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3411031085115635789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/3411031085115635789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='..........'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265280265660596413.post-2861077440542809830</id><published>2008-12-01T16:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:49:10.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sharing secrets</title><content type='html'>Michele, your comment means the world - thanks so much for taking the time to share with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i had a breakdown on the toilet.  a strange place, i suppose, to most people - but james and i had a weird and admittedly disgusting habit of talking to each other when we were both on the toilet.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait a second&lt;/span&gt;, i would tell him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i gotta flush and wash&lt;/span&gt;. and he would be all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me too&lt;/span&gt;, and then after we would carry on like no big deal.   like it was completely normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither one of us was completely normal - obviously.  i think that's why we got a long so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im sitting there the other day, crying again, on the toilet, so upset that i cant pick up the phone to call him and tell him i feel the babies kicking.  i am five months pregnant today, and these two babies im carrying will never, ever know james' loving and giving spirit.  they wont know his jokes, or how silly he was, or how thoughtful he was, or how funny he was.  they will never get a gift from him, with a poem written especially for them, in a card lovingly and thoroughly picked out by him (he took FOREVER getting *just the right card* for whomever he was buying for) or know how much he loved kids, or how thoughtful he was when we all least expected it - like birthdays and anniversaries or when we had something major kicking our asses or even when we had something minor going on in our lives - he remembered every single thing, and made sure we knew it in such a gentle, quiet way - like it was our little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like you described, Michele, when you walked past your desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im reposting your comment for prosperity.  it feels like the biggest hug in the world each time i read it. like i said before, his coworkers had him every single day he bothered to show up.  you guys are feeling his loss just as much as we all are - more i would think because you all had him around 8 full hours a day - i only had him a few hours a month, and that was during our good times.   i hope all is well, and big hugs to everyone at the law dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxzaidaxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hi Zaida. I have wanted to comment on some of you posts for a long time now, but becuase I was not one of James' close friends, I was a co-worker, I didn't feel like it was my place. I did not want to invade the incredibly personal space that you and the others have created here (even though I read this blog at least once a day). But, for some reason, this entry really got to me. Maybe it was becuase I love that song and I can't believe that he did too, or maybe it's because it says that James is making his presence known. I feel like I have learned so much more about James from this blog. I always knew that he was a great guy, but after the wake and funeral I had a whole new appreciation for how James deeply touched everyone in his life. He really had a gift for making whomever he was with feel like he/she is the most important person at that moment - a true gift. My dad used to use the phase "good people." Well, in my book James is good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked with James for about 6 years at the NYC Law Dept. He and Winston helped me prepare for all of my trials, in addition to constantly making inappropriate comments until I laughed. Prepping for trial is a very stressful thing, but James always had a way of making it fun. He also convinced me to join the softball team. We were both very competitive so we enjoyed playing together. I can remember stopping him from punching one of our opponents. After everything cooled down, James came to me and said that he wanted to learn how to control his anger better. At that moment, I knew that there was so many more layers to this funny and crazy guy. When I announced that I was leaving the Dept last December, James made it clear that he did not want me to leave. Every time I passed his desk he would say, "Please don't go Michele." I can still hear him saying it. And, when the Dept gave me a group card wishing me good luck at my next job, James gave me an individual card with a very personal message. I was so touched that I teared up when I read it. I couldn't believe that HE took the time to buy ME a card. Who could have imagined how things would change in a few months. I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to say that I can see from your writings that you two had the type of relationship that words just can't accurately describe. You are both so lucky to have had each other in this crazy world. And, as you know, your deep connection continues. I truly believe that that was James turning the CD player on. How amazing to know that he remains close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I wrote so much. I just wanted to let you know that your entries have touch me and have allowed me to get to know James a little more, which I greatly appreciate. So, I thank you for that. I wish you the best. Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was of course devastated when I heard the news.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5265280265660596413-2861077440542809830?l=dearestjames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/feeds/2861077440542809830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5265280265660596413&amp;postID=2861077440542809830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2861077440542809830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265280265660596413/posts/default/2861077440542809830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearestjames.blogspot.com/2008/12/sharing-secrets.html' title='sharing secrets'/><author><name>saidy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05328338763459216489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6QUWVkNr-W4/SF1XrvyWQfI/AAAAAAAAAas/TqV1n-_5WuQ/S220/highres_2804058.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
