{"id":54657,"date":"2023-04-19T00:00:06","date_gmt":"2023-04-19T00:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=54657"},"modified":"2023-04-19T00:00:06","modified_gmt":"2023-04-19T00:00:06","slug":"kathy-anne-32","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=54657","title":{"rendered":"Grief takes different course"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n<p>Grief is the most unique and perhaps most intimate feeling one can experience, which I believe I am learning as I continue to process the loss of my bride, Kathy Anne.<\/p>\n<p>Forty-three years ago, I received word of my father&#8217;s passing in a freak boating accident north of Vancouver, British Columbia. My initial reaction was strange, in that I could seemingly feel the blood drain from my body as I pondered the news that hit me like a punch in the gut.<\/p>\n<p>Then came this notion that I could not look at photos of Dad. It took me some time to be able to look at his face captured forever in those photographs.<\/p>\n<p>Not so with my bride. I find myself <em>wanting<\/em> to look at her smile, which could light up a room. She had a wide, somewhat toothy smile. She laughed easily.<\/p>\n<p>These days, as I still struggle with my emotions, I find myself gazing at her. I have several photos of my bride scattered around the house. Some were taken at our wedding more than 51 years ago; some were shot at our son&#8217;s wedding; there&#8217;s a lovely picture of the two of us at our niece&#8217;s high school graduation in 1999.<\/p>\n<p>I draw comfort in those photos, unlike the dread I felt when Dad was taken from us in that shocking manner in September 1980. I was just 30 years of age then. Today, well &#8230; I obviously am a whole lot older. Maybe my emotional mechanism is more defined than it was when I was a much younger man.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to share this item with you just to give you a quick update on my progress. I appreciate very much the expressions of thanks I am getting from those who are following this journey.<\/p>\n<p>Truthfully, I am beginning to see glimmers of light as I trudge through this darkness. The pictures of Kathy Anne are helping.<\/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?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Grief is the most unique and perhaps most intimate feeling one can experience, which I believe I am learning as I continue to process the loss of my bride, Kathy Anne. Forty-three years ago, I received word of my father&#8217;s passing in a freak boating accident north of Vancouver, British Columbia. My initial reaction was &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=54657\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Grief takes different course<\/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":[6688,10124,10129],"class_list":["post-54657","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-local-news","tag-grief","tag-kathy-anne","tag-mourning"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54657","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=54657"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54657\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54658,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54657\/revisions\/54658"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=54657"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=54657"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=54657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}