{"id":54169,"date":"2023-02-11T03:27:28","date_gmt":"2023-02-11T03:27:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=54169"},"modified":"2023-02-11T03:27:28","modified_gmt":"2023-02-11T03:27:28","slug":"kathy-anne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=54169","title":{"rendered":"Here is how we met"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?hashtags=loveandmarriage%20%23KathyAnne&#038;via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n<p>I have taken some measure of comfort sharing with you my heartache in the wake of my darling bride&#8217;s passing from brain cancer.<\/p>\n<p>A member of my family, though, asked whether I would like to share some positive memories of Kathy Anne. He thought it would do me some good as I grapple with the grief that has shattered my heart and soul. So &#8230; I will do so.<\/p>\n<p>We met in January 1971 in college. I had returned from two years in the Army the previous summer and re-enrolled in college to pursue studies in journalism. Then, it happened.<\/p>\n<p>I was sitting in the student union one afternoon when I saw this girl across the way, playing pool with some friends. My very first thought when I saw her? <em>Dang, I have to meet this girl.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>As luck and fate would have it, we found ourselves sitting at a table a day or two later with a mutual acquaintance. He was carrying on about his work as a zookeeper or some work like that. This girl and I began winking and smirking at each other across the table as this dude kept spouting nonsense.<\/p>\n<p>Well, he left the table. We sat there by ourselves. We started chatting and I mentioned to her that I would like to see her again. She agreed.<\/p>\n<p>Fate intervened yet again the next day when her car battery croaked in the parking lot. She needed a ride home. I gave it to her. The next day I jump-started her car for her. Then, at some point later that hour, I leaned over to kiss her.<\/p>\n<p>Ah, yes. The kiss. It was one for the ages!<\/p>\n<p>The rest, as they say, is history. We dated for six months. I proposed marriage that summer as I slipped a ring on her finger. We got married in September 1971 and commenced our extraordinary life together for the next 51 years.<\/p>\n<p>I want to share this story as my proof of what I have preached ever since, which is that men should not <em>look<\/em> for the girl of their dreams; she will just show up. It happened to me &#8230; and I believe it happened to her, as well.<\/p>\n<p>That memory is etched forever in my heart.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"mailto:johnkanelis_92@hotmail.com\">johnkanelis_92@hotmail.com<\/a><\/p>\n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?hashtags=loveandmarriage%20%23KathyAnne&#038;via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have taken some measure of comfort sharing with you my heartache in the wake of my darling bride&#8217;s passing from brain cancer. A member of my family, though, asked whether I would like to share some positive memories of Kathy Anne. He thought it would do me some good as I grapple with the &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=54169\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Here is how we met<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[6688],"class_list":["post-54169","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-local-news","tag-grief"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54169","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=54169"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54169\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54170,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54169\/revisions\/54170"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=54169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=54169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=54169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}