<?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-6859766482817240257</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:22:42.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadhg</title><subtitle type='html'>Tadhg was our baby that was born October 12, 2007.  He died January 9, 2008, waiting for a heart transplant.  Below is the story of his short life.  Please consider becoming an organ donor in honor of his memory:  www.donatelife.net</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadhgmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859766482817240257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadhgmichael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle Kilgore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08075041110793605896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6859766482817240257.post-5045401309881442071</id><published>2008-01-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:46:44.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Poet" written by Chris Kilgore for Tadhg</title><summary type='text'>The Poet(Tadhg means "poet" in Gaelic)Written by Christopher Kilgore, uncle of Tadhg KilgoreThe Poet was born in the fall, and died that winter. Now those who knew him tell his story and those who knew of him retell it. And the life that was lived becomes something much more than it was, even though it is now something much less. The Poet never spoke a word, nor acted out his passion any more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadhgmichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5045401309881442071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6859766482817240257&amp;postID=5045401309881442071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859766482817240257/posts/default/5045401309881442071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6859766482817240257/posts/default/5045401309881442071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadhgmichael.blogspot.com/2008/01/poet-written-by-chris-kilgore-for-tadhg.html' title='&quot;The Poet&quot; written by Chris Kilgore for Tadhg'/><author><name>Michelle Kilgore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08075041110793605896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
