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<title>Articles Written by Elaine Williams From Isnare.com</title>
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<title>A Widow's Many "Firsts"</title>
<category>Womens Interest</category>
<author>Elaine Williams</author>
<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate>
<link>http://www.isnare.com/?aid=247582&amp;ca=Womens+Interest</link>
<description>The left side of the bed where my husband used to sleep remains neatly made, hardly a ripple disturbing the quilted surface. I sleep on the right side each night, where I had slept the twenty-plus years we were together. With time, I developed a habit of reading in bed. The left side remained neatly...</description>
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<title>Living A Half Life</title>
<category>Death</category>
<author>Elaine Williams</author>
<pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate>
<link>http://www.isnare.com/?aid=251947&amp;ca=Death</link>
<description>After my husband’s death, I enclosed myself in an emotional shell. A hard cased, untouchable cocoon of nothingness. I wanted to be numb, I wanted to be left alone. Many days my self-imposed prison made me want to be loved by someone. Some days I lived and breathed by rote. God kept me breathing when...</description>
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<title>A Dream About Dying</title>
<category>Death</category>
<author>Elaine Williams</author>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 00:00:00 +0800</pubDate>
<link>http://www.isnare.com/?aid=250973&amp;ca=Death</link>
<description>My husband was ill ten months with cancer when I had the dream. I had been taking care of his needs for almost eleven months, and even though some days there seemed to be progress, in hindsight I see it was really a steady progression on a downhill curve.One night I had a dream I was upstairs in ou...</description>
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