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	<title>Comments on: When the Good Die Young &#8212; In Memory of Colin Hubbell</title>
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		<title>By: Kelsey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kelsey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 08:16:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is Kelsey -- Colin&#039;s other daughter... reading these things is both breaking my heart and filling it with joy. The past four months have flown by, and with such a busy lifestyle, as well as my fear of facing the pain of losing my dad has left me virtually no time to grieve. Now that I am taking the time to face this terrible event, it is hitting me hard. I miss every single thing about my dad. I miss his obnxious laugh, his unnecessary hand gestures, I miss the stories he used to tell me as kids, I miss his ugly bike and bandanas, I miss the trips we used to go on, I miss his stupid stories, I miss his guitar, I miss his car, I miss the way he smelled, I miss going places and taking forever to leave because he knew every single person there, I miss his voice, I miss scratching his back, I miss him failing miserably at half court shots, I miss his scars, I miss camping, I miss the way he would yell at my brothers and then smile at me, I miss his text messages and emails, I miss everything everyday.

I am so proud to be a Hubbell. I have so much to be thankful for, and I am truly blessed to call Colin my dad. It kills me that he won&#039;t see me graduate college or get married. He won&#039;t see my children or my neices and nephews. But I thank God every day for giving me 19 solid years with the most amazing man I will ever know.

No one compares and I don&#039;t expect anyone that didn&#039;t know him to understand how amazing he truly was. Every kid thinks their dad is great, but my dad would have been great whether he was my dad or not.

I miss him terribly and I hope I can be half the person he was.

Kelsey.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is Kelsey &#8212; Colin&#8217;s other daughter&#8230; reading these things is both breaking my heart and filling it with joy. The past four months have flown by, and with such a busy lifestyle, as well as my fear of facing the pain of losing my dad has left me virtually no time to grieve. Now that I am taking the time to face this terrible event, it is hitting me hard. I miss every single thing about my dad. I miss his obnxious laugh, his unnecessary hand gestures, I miss the stories he used to tell me as kids, I miss his ugly bike and bandanas, I miss the trips we used to go on, I miss his stupid stories, I miss his guitar, I miss his car, I miss the way he smelled, I miss going places and taking forever to leave because he knew every single person there, I miss his voice, I miss scratching his back, I miss him failing miserably at half court shots, I miss his scars, I miss camping, I miss the way he would yell at my brothers and then smile at me, I miss his text messages and emails, I miss everything everyday.</p>
<p>I am so proud to be a Hubbell. I have so much to be thankful for, and I am truly blessed to call Colin my dad. It kills me that he won&#8217;t see me graduate college or get married. He won&#8217;t see my children or my neices and nephews. But I thank God every day for giving me 19 solid years with the most amazing man I will ever know.</p>
<p>No one compares and I don&#8217;t expect anyone that didn&#8217;t know him to understand how amazing he truly was. Every kid thinks their dad is great, but my dad would have been great whether he was my dad or not.</p>
<p>I miss him terribly and I hope I can be half the person he was.</p>
<p>Kelsey.</p>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:21:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Alana--thanks so much for stopping by and sharing memories of your dad.  He was one of my favorite people and an inspiration to me on that lesson of faith that he taught you about.

I know these are hard times for you but if I can pass one thing along it&#039;s this.  My dad died about 6 years ago but I still see his smile in my mind&#039;s eye.  He had a gap between his front teeth and a sense of humor that could make you laugh so hard you&#039;d cry.  When I get sad about missing him, I think of his smile.

Pick something about your dad that brings a smile to your heart and remember that when you are missing him.

It&#039;s an honor to have you visit here, Alana. Stop by again.

Peace.
Karen</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Alana&#8211;thanks so much for stopping by and sharing memories of your dad.  He was one of my favorite people and an inspiration to me on that lesson of faith that he taught you about.</p>
<p>I know these are hard times for you but if I can pass one thing along it&#8217;s this.  My dad died about 6 years ago but I still see his smile in my mind&#8217;s eye.  He had a gap between his front teeth and a sense of humor that could make you laugh so hard you&#8217;d cry.  When I get sad about missing him, I think of his smile.</p>
<p>Pick something about your dad that brings a smile to your heart and remember that when you are missing him.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s an honor to have you visit here, Alana. Stop by again.</p>
<p>Peace.<br />
Karen</p>
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		<title>By: lana</title>
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		<dc:creator>lana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 02:40:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is Alana, Colins daighter, I am soo grateful that my dad cam into this world, he lived a short life, but it contained more than your average person. I am happy to see all of the webpages about him, and all of the people who have been so extremely great. I want to thank everyone who has carried out my fathers dream, he was a man of great character an morals. I think that if everyone in this city can work together, it can be revitialized. If my dad could do it, you can to! He was the best man I knew, the most kind loving father on this Earth, and I want you to know, any thing you do to help this city, is hgelping me and my family. I have as much faith in Detroit as my daddy did, and I hope you can learn to have that kind of neverending faith too!
                                       --Thank you,
                                                       Alana</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is Alana, Colins daighter, I am soo grateful that my dad cam into this world, he lived a short life, but it contained more than your average person. I am happy to see all of the webpages about him, and all of the people who have been so extremely great. I want to thank everyone who has carried out my fathers dream, he was a man of great character an morals. I think that if everyone in this city can work together, it can be revitialized. If my dad could do it, you can to! He was the best man I knew, the most kind loving father on this Earth, and I want you to know, any thing you do to help this city, is hgelping me and my family. I have as much faith in Detroit as my daddy did, and I hope you can learn to have that kind of neverending faith too!<br />
                                       &#8211;Thank you,<br />
                                                       Alana</p>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 15:58:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>William and Robin--Thanks so much for being part of this ongoing dialog about Colin and the light he brought into all of our lives.

Karen</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>William and Robin&#8211;Thanks so much for being part of this ongoing dialog about Colin and the light he brought into all of our lives.</p>
<p>Karen</p>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 15:57:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Eric--

Thanks so much for sharing how Colin helped bring us all together around revitalizing Detroit.  Maybe we can keep moving his dream into action.  It was good seeing you.

Peace and Love,

Karen</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eric&#8211;</p>
<p>Thanks so much for sharing how Colin helped bring us all together around revitalizing Detroit.  Maybe we can keep moving his dream into action.  It was good seeing you.</p>
<p>Peace and Love,</p>
<p>Karen</p>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 15:55:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Trish—

I just read your comment to everyone who responded to my humble musings about Colin at Midlife’s A Trip.  Your remarks here, as at the service, touch all of us deeply.  As I watched the comments being posted, I think I realized that sharing our feelings about Colin’s death helped us deal with it—in some very small measure.  I know it was that way for me.  And I hope reading how much others cared about him shines a little light into your life during these dark times.

Thank you so very much Trish for sharing him with us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Trish—</p>
<p>I just read your comment to everyone who responded to my humble musings about Colin at Midlife’s A Trip.  Your remarks here, as at the service, touch all of us deeply.  As I watched the comments being posted, I think I realized that sharing our feelings about Colin’s death helped us deal with it—in some very small measure.  I know it was that way for me.  And I hope reading how much others cared about him shines a little light into your life during these dark times.</p>
<p>Thank you so very much Trish for sharing him with us.</p>
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		<title>By: Trish Hubbell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Trish Hubbell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 00:03:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi all:

I just read all of your wonderful comments about my dear husband Colin.  I met Colin 24 years ago and we were married for almost 22 years.  He was the most remarkable man I ever met.  He loved me unconditionally and I feel forever blessed by his confidence in me, his love, support, and crazy optimism.  Although my heart aches and I know I will miss him every day for the rest of my life, I feel like the luckiest woman on earth.  He gave me four beautiful children and a loving partnership.  What a gift he was to me, his family, and the greater community.  He is embedded in my heart and I will carry his spirit with me forever.

Trish Hubbell</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi all:</p>
<p>I just read all of your wonderful comments about my dear husband Colin.  I met Colin 24 years ago and we were married for almost 22 years.  He was the most remarkable man I ever met.  He loved me unconditionally and I feel forever blessed by his confidence in me, his love, support, and crazy optimism.  Although my heart aches and I know I will miss him every day for the rest of my life, I feel like the luckiest woman on earth.  He gave me four beautiful children and a loving partnership.  What a gift he was to me, his family, and the greater community.  He is embedded in my heart and I will carry his spirit with me forever.</p>
<p>Trish Hubbell</p>
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		<title>By: Eric C.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Eric C.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 01:49:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Karen,

A tragic loss. Colin (and you) had a profound impact on my life. The two of you literally changed the course of my life, igniting that latent passion to see Detroit reborn. As sad as Colin&#039;s passing was, the fact that I got to reconnect with you - and so many others - was a tribute to Colin&#039;s legacy. The love of the City, the desire to connect people, the hope that people would embrace - not just a city - but a community in a huge Colin-esque hug, is what I&#039;ll remember about our friend.

Now, the most fitting tribute is to live a little bit like Colin everyday. Peace and Love. That&#039;s how he closed every e-mail. That&#039;s what he lived everyday. He lived his faith.

God help me to do the same.

Eric</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Karen,</p>
<p>A tragic loss. Colin (and you) had a profound impact on my life. The two of you literally changed the course of my life, igniting that latent passion to see Detroit reborn. As sad as Colin&#8217;s passing was, the fact that I got to reconnect with you &#8211; and so many others &#8211; was a tribute to Colin&#8217;s legacy. The love of the City, the desire to connect people, the hope that people would embrace &#8211; not just a city &#8211; but a community in a huge Colin-esque hug, is what I&#8217;ll remember about our friend.</p>
<p>Now, the most fitting tribute is to live a little bit like Colin everyday. Peace and Love. That&#8217;s how he closed every e-mail. That&#8217;s what he lived everyday. He lived his faith.</p>
<p>God help me to do the same.</p>
<p>Eric</p>
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		<title>By: Robyn Ussery</title>
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		<dc:creator>Robyn Ussery</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 22:25:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m at a loss for words...Colin (or &quot;Ky&quot; as my family and friends knew him) was an old friend of mine.  We go back over 20 years, but whenever we saw each other (The Dalley, roaming the U.C.C.A., various festival, just rollin&#039; around the &quot;D&quot;...etc...) it was always as if it were only yesterday... MAN... I have so many pictures and memories...

Where are we going, and why are we in this handbasket?
Detroit has brand new unfillable hole in it.

I will miss you, Ky.  I loved you the first day I met you.  We all did.
I don&#039;t think I got 2 share with you that I&#039;m a Grandmother now...
&quot;Da F*#K...?&quot;  (Gran&#039;Girl  was named for me and calls me &quot;Nonni&quot;) nor did I get 2  tell you that  &quot;Little&quot;  Tammy Bully was my DOCTOR!!!   I struggle not to call her &quot;Dr. Baby Tammy&quot;!  She&#039;s great!

The Ussery  Clan  is praying for your safe passage to the Ancestors.  May you be greeted with the same warmth you shared with those you cared for.

Your Home Team Forever
Peace,

Robyn Ussery</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m at a loss for words&#8230;Colin (or &#8220;Ky&#8221; as my family and friends knew him) was an old friend of mine.  We go back over 20 years, but whenever we saw each other (The Dalley, roaming the U.C.C.A., various festival, just rollin&#8217; around the &#8220;D&#8221;&#8230;etc&#8230;) it was always as if it were only yesterday&#8230; MAN&#8230; I have so many pictures and memories&#8230;</p>
<p>Where are we going, and why are we in this handbasket?<br />
Detroit has brand new unfillable hole in it.</p>
<p>I will miss you, Ky.  I loved you the first day I met you.  We all did.<br />
I don&#8217;t think I got 2 share with you that I&#8217;m a Grandmother now&#8230;<br />
&#8220;Da F*#K&#8230;?&#8221;  (Gran&#8217;Girl  was named for me and calls me &#8220;Nonni&#8221;) nor did I get 2  tell you that  &#8220;Little&#8221;  Tammy Bully was my DOCTOR!!!   I struggle not to call her &#8220;Dr. Baby Tammy&#8221;!  She&#8217;s great!</p>
<p>The Ussery  Clan  is praying for your safe passage to the Ancestors.  May you be greeted with the same warmth you shared with those you cared for.</p>
<p>Your Home Team Forever<br />
Peace,</p>
<p>Robyn Ussery</p>
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		<title>By: William Quinn</title>
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		<dc:creator>William Quinn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 22:11:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just came back from his funeral, very nice man.
So sad to see him go :(</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just came back from his funeral, very nice man.<br />
So sad to see him go <img src='http://www.midlifesatrip.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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