<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/MiaElla7941"><title>Pieces of Insomnia - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/</link><description>My own blog about what I remember about my brother's life.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284881" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284412" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284047" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284881"><title>Kiss..eeee...fer..(That's what I used to call my brother and he hated it.)</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284881</link><description>I loved him so much, especially when he was a baby, that I held him with such care, even though I was only five. I remembered to always hold his head, because my mommy told me that was the most fragile place on a baby. Especially, the "soft" part. Oh, and he smelled so sweet. He had the rosy...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284412"><title>My Brother's Things</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284412</link><description>I remember eerily going through my brother's things after he died. I got the feeling that he was watching to see who would take what and if they would be greedy about it. I didn't want to take anything. A few weeks before he died, I sat on the floor in his living room and fingered his guitar. I...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284047"><title>My Brother's Last Birthday</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MiaElla7941/284047</link><description>No one wanted to get my brother a birthday cake. Everyone was so busy buying Christmas presents. I was seeing a guy at the time, and was getting over being sick, so it seemed I had so little time to get things done. To this day I blame "D" for taking up so much of my time those final months...time...</description></item></rdf:RDF>