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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Christopher Schreiner</title>
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		<dc:creator>Christopher Schreiner</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 02:50:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My mother sent me this link, and just seein it...what a beautiful tribute Alissa!! As a Dad, it filled me with the inspiration that the little things matter a whole lot...sometimes not knowing if your doin enuff, as the Dad, or doing it right...the point is, just to KEEP DOING!!! Am very sorry for your loss, but very inspired by your insight and depth as a daughter who lost her Dad...Thank you</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mother sent me this link, and just seein it&#8230;what a beautiful tribute Alissa!! As a Dad, it filled me with the inspiration that the little things matter a whole lot&#8230;sometimes not knowing if your doin enuff, as the Dad, or doing it right&#8230;the point is, just to KEEP DOING!!! Am very sorry for your loss, but very inspired by your insight and depth as a daughter who lost her Dad&#8230;Thank you</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Sarah Teubl</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sarah Teubl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2011 13:13:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dear Alissa,

Thanks so much for sharing this... I also cried as I read your reflections remembered again how hard that week was, what a privilege it was to stand with you at your wedding, and how much I still miss your dad. Growing up in each other&#039;s homes, he really was like a second father to me. Always encouraging, always cheering us on.

Memories of your dad singing with his guitar came flooding back again last week as I sang this song at a retreat:

In the morning when I rise
In the morning when I rise
In the morning when I rise,
Give me Jesus

Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
But give me Jesus

In the evening...
Give me Jesus

And when I come to die...
Give me Jesus

Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
But give me Jesus

That is what Steve Clark lived and sang about and what he has now. I still think that he will be one of the first people I see when I make it over there to the other side... running up to the gates of heaven with a big smile, his deep joyous belly laugh, and a hug that will engulf you. You mentioned how he loved church and the people of God - and now he is worshiping forever the One he loved better than life itself. I love you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dear Alissa,</p>
<p>Thanks so much for sharing this&#8230; I also cried as I read your reflections remembered again how hard that week was, what a privilege it was to stand with you at your wedding, and how much I still miss your dad. Growing up in each other&#8217;s homes, he really was like a second father to me. Always encouraging, always cheering us on.</p>
<p>Memories of your dad singing with his guitar came flooding back again last week as I sang this song at a retreat:</p>
<p>In the morning when I rise<br />
In the morning when I rise<br />
In the morning when I rise,<br />
Give me Jesus</p>
<p>Give me Jesus<br />
Give me Jesus<br />
You can have all this world<br />
But give me Jesus</p>
<p>In the evening&#8230;<br />
Give me Jesus</p>
<p>And when I come to die&#8230;<br />
Give me Jesus</p>
<p>Give me Jesus<br />
Give me Jesus<br />
You can have all this world<br />
But give me Jesus</p>
<p>That is what Steve Clark lived and sang about and what he has now. I still think that he will be one of the first people I see when I make it over there to the other side&#8230; running up to the gates of heaven with a big smile, his deep joyous belly laugh, and a hug that will engulf you. You mentioned how he loved church and the people of God &#8211; and now he is worshiping forever the One he loved better than life itself. I love you.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Maureen Lewicki</title>
		<link>http://alissawilkinson.com/five-years/#comment-113</link>
		<dc:creator>Maureen Lewicki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 23:51:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Alissa, thanks so much for writing this. Everyone in my  family still misses him, but I know that is not the same as missing a Dad.
We miss him MOST palpably when we camp at WOL on labor day weekend. Somehow, he was such a strong presence on that weekend, that there is still and empty chair there, it seems. Daniel and I both referred to Steve so often, as Daniel prepared the worship singing set. Daniel said time again, as he did, &quot;Steve knew what I needed, and transposed everything into the &#039;people&#039;s chord for me.&quot; He did it all with ease, and laughter, and love. I miss his humor, and his depth of faith, and all that you articulated. Yes. dearly missed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Alissa, thanks so much for writing this. Everyone in my  family still misses him, but I know that is not the same as missing a Dad.<br />
We miss him MOST palpably when we camp at WOL on labor day weekend. Somehow, he was such a strong presence on that weekend, that there is still and empty chair there, it seems. Daniel and I both referred to Steve so often, as Daniel prepared the worship singing set. Daniel said time again, as he did, &#8220;Steve knew what I needed, and transposed everything into the &#8216;people&#8217;s chord for me.&#8221; He did it all with ease, and laughter, and love. I miss his humor, and his depth of faith, and all that you articulated. Yes. dearly missed.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Anna Leung</title>
		<link>http://alissawilkinson.com/five-years/#comment-112</link>
		<dc:creator>Anna Leung</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 23:47:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Alyssa:
You taught my daughters Grace and Rachel piano for a brief time (when you were a student at RPI).. but I remember you most as your father&#039;s daughter.  It strikes me that even though your father didn&#039;t leave you any tangible inheritance, so much of you and within you is so like your father that you always carry what&#039;s best of him.  (And I bet you that your father would have easily written a music that fit your bribute to him perfectly!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Alyssa:<br />
You taught my daughters Grace and Rachel piano for a brief time (when you were a student at RPI).. but I remember you most as your father&#8217;s daughter.  It strikes me that even though your father didn&#8217;t leave you any tangible inheritance, so much of you and within you is so like your father that you always carry what&#8217;s best of him.  (And I bet you that your father would have easily written a music that fit your bribute to him perfectly!)</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Brenda</title>
		<link>http://alissawilkinson.com/five-years/#comment-111</link>
		<dc:creator>Brenda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 17:54:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You don&#039;t know me, and I don&#039;t know you, but I&#039;ve been reading your blog for years (saw you linked online to some folks who used to wander the halls at TWU). Read this and felt so moved that I also had to comment; this is beautiful, Alissa.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You don&#8217;t know me, and I don&#8217;t know you, but I&#8217;ve been reading your blog for years (saw you linked online to some folks who used to wander the halls at TWU). Read this and felt so moved that I also had to comment; this is beautiful, Alissa.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Paula Huston</title>
		<link>http://alissawilkinson.com/five-years/#comment-110</link>
		<dc:creator>Paula Huston</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 16:49:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful, Alissa, and made me think about my own gentle, loving father who had a major heart attack at 49.  Though he survived another 20 years, he was never well again and aged so much in the interim that we in some ways &quot;lost&quot; him before he was finally gone.  Even though he died twenty years ago, I still miss him almost every day. I love this tribute to good dads!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful, Alissa, and made me think about my own gentle, loving father who had a major heart attack at 49.  Though he survived another 20 years, he was never well again and aged so much in the interim that we in some ways &#8220;lost&#8221; him before he was finally gone.  Even though he died twenty years ago, I still miss him almost every day. I love this tribute to good dads!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Carolyn Sonnekalb</title>
		<link>http://alissawilkinson.com/five-years/#comment-109</link>
		<dc:creator>Carolyn Sonnekalb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 13:52:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Alissa-
One of my favorite memories of your Dad was when he drew you into the worship scene at LCC.  You were so young!  He was committed to having you share his passion for Jesus, worship, and serving.  Our school verse this year is James 3:17-18.  When I read it, your Dad comes to mind.  His heart was so pure.  He was so central to the church camping experience also and we will always remember that we as a community were able to begin healing because we were together that weekend.  I don&#039;t know if you know this, but that is the only Labor Day weekend Sunday that it rained so that we had to hold the service indoors.  We felt heaven&#039;s tears along with ours.  The other point is that I had asked Bob Miner to preach that weekend.  Who could have known weeks before that he would be the perfect person to comfort a hurting body?  Only, God.  Know beyond any doubt, our Lord God is intimately acquainted with ALL our ways.  Thank you for reminding us to remember.  I love you!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Alissa-<br />
One of my favorite memories of your Dad was when he drew you into the worship scene at LCC.  You were so young!  He was committed to having you share his passion for Jesus, worship, and serving.  Our school verse this year is James 3:17-18.  When I read it, your Dad comes to mind.  His heart was so pure.  He was so central to the church camping experience also and we will always remember that we as a community were able to begin healing because we were together that weekend.  I don&#8217;t know if you know this, but that is the only Labor Day weekend Sunday that it rained so that we had to hold the service indoors.  We felt heaven&#8217;s tears along with ours.  The other point is that I had asked Bob Miner to preach that weekend.  Who could have known weeks before that he would be the perfect person to comfort a hurting body?  Only, God.  Know beyond any doubt, our Lord God is intimately acquainted with ALL our ways.  Thank you for reminding us to remember.  I love you!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Chrissy Schleicher</title>
		<link>http://alissawilkinson.com/five-years/#comment-108</link>
		<dc:creator>Chrissy Schleicher</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 11:53:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Alissa - I know we haven&#039;t talked in years, but your beautiful words about your father have brought tears to my eyes and and a warm feeling around my heart. It has brought me back to our childhood memories as close cousins, wearing one of your dresses and go to church with you, laughing when your Dad would stuff himself with your Mom&#039;s pancakes, and most of all listening to him play his guitar. Your father was a wonderful man and will always be unforgettable to me. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers and I ask for continuing peace for all of you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Alissa &#8211; I know we haven&#8217;t talked in years, but your beautiful words about your father have brought tears to my eyes and and a warm feeling around my heart. It has brought me back to our childhood memories as close cousins, wearing one of your dresses and go to church with you, laughing when your Dad would stuff himself with your Mom&#8217;s pancakes, and most of all listening to him play his guitar. Your father was a wonderful man and will always be unforgettable to me. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers and I ask for continuing peace for all of you.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Jeanne lightnody</title>
		<link>http://alissawilkinson.com/five-years/#comment-107</link>
		<dc:creator>Jeanne lightnody</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 11:19:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you Alissa.  I of course was remembering your dad and feeling like I can&#039;t believe I haven&#039;t had one of his bear hugs and enthusiasm for what ever I was doing in life.  He was my biggest fan so I too felt his unconditional love.  I only hope I made him feel equally as good about life.  I&#039;ll always miss him and I find it so comforting to know you adored him too, and that you realize you were graced by his presence.  I love you and am so very delighted in the way you are living your life.  Peace be with you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you Alissa.  I of course was remembering your dad and feeling like I can&#8217;t believe I haven&#8217;t had one of his bear hugs and enthusiasm for what ever I was doing in life.  He was my biggest fan so I too felt his unconditional love.  I only hope I made him feel equally as good about life.  I&#8217;ll always miss him and I find it so comforting to know you adored him too, and that you realize you were graced by his presence.  I love you and am so very delighted in the way you are living your life.  Peace be with you.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Five Years by Rachel Binder</title>
		<link>http://alissawilkinson.com/five-years/#comment-106</link>
		<dc:creator>Rachel Binder</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 09:45:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for sharing this, Alissa. I think of your dad often and miss him very much. There are some songs I can&#039;t hear without thinking of him. He was such a good friend. I&#039;m glad I&#039;ll get to see him again someday. Sending love from over here...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for sharing this, Alissa. I think of your dad often and miss him very much. There are some songs I can&#8217;t hear without thinking of him. He was such a good friend. I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;ll get to see him again someday. Sending love from over here&#8230;</p>
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