{"id":655,"date":"2010-06-10T09:08:35","date_gmt":"2010-06-10T16:08:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/?p=655"},"modified":"2010-06-10T09:18:53","modified_gmt":"2010-06-10T16:18:53","slug":"my-worst-nightmare-lived-by-another","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/2010\/06\/10\/my-worst-nightmare-lived-by-another\/","title":{"rendered":"My Worst Nightmare Lived by Another"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday just as we were wrapping up our 2-day businesss planning retreat for PaperBox Books\/Fiction Therapy, I received an email from my Mom.  Joan Flewelling had passed away. <\/p>\n<p><strong>I hate these emails. <\/strong> <\/p>\n<p>They remind me how far away I am from my family and that my parents are not getting any younger.<\/p>\n<p>Mrs. Flewelling was the mother of my high school crush. Stephen is two years older than me and I idolized him. Even though we talked here and there after church during our university years, I don&#8217;t think he ever actually knew my name. Such is the way of high school crushes. <\/p>\n<p>Through the church choir and other events, I knew his Mom much better. She was lovely. Mrs. Flewelling was one of those women who were truly graceful. I don&#8217;t necessarily mean in the way she moved, but in the way she lived. <\/p>\n<p>My heart goes out to Walter, her husband, and the rest of her family (including of course Stephen, who is living my worst nightmare). Joan will be very much missed. <\/p>\n<p>This makes me want to run home and hug my own Mom, but she&#8217;s 5600km away. So I&#8217;m sitting here sniffling at my computer instead, sending her huggish vibes through the cosmos. I Love you Mom!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday just as we wwerre wrapping up our 2-day businesss planning retreat for PaperBox Books\/Fiction Therapy, I received an email from my Mom.  Joan Flewelling had passed away. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-655","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-randommusings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=655"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":661,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/655\/revisions\/661"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=655"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=655"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/suenelsonbuckley.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=655"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}