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	<title>Comments on: Paranormal Grandpa!</title>
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		<title>By: alistair</title>
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		<description>i haven`t followed the link yet but it reminded me of an incedent that happened some months after my father died and i was in a large sporting goods store with my boys. an elderly man walked up to me and began to engage in a conversation about nothing in particular and after we exchanged some pleasantries about patenting, sports, etc the man said a polite good-bye.
it wasn`t until later that night that i realised the the man had almost the same mannerisms and speaking style as my father, who had a habit of conversing with strangers while we out walking occasionally.
it was a comfort to make the association and to think that that could have been his spirit.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i haven`t followed the link yet but it reminded me of an incedent that happened some months after my father died and i was in a large sporting goods store with my boys. an elderly man walked up to me and began to engage in a conversation about nothing in particular and after we exchanged some pleasantries about patenting, sports, etc the man said a polite good-bye.<br />
it wasn`t until later that night that i realised the the man had almost the same mannerisms and speaking style as my father, who had a habit of conversing with strangers while we out walking occasionally.<br />
it was a comfort to make the association and to think that that could have been his spirit.</p>
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