{"id":32479,"date":"2026-05-22T09:52:09","date_gmt":"2026-05-22T15:52:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/?p=32479"},"modified":"2026-05-22T12:15:22","modified_gmt":"2026-05-22T18:15:22","slug":"many-faces-of-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2026\/05\/many-faces-of-grief\/","title":{"rendered":"Many faces of grief"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It seems like it&#8217;s been a while since I&#8217;ve written anything on the blog. Picture posts tell a story, but not all. I&#8217;ve been doing my writing in a personal journal instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We&#8217;re meeting grief in all its faces. Some moments we feel more tender. Other moments we feel heightened frustration with inconveniences and people. There&#8217;s a need for familiar and comforting entertainment. We&#8217;ve laughed together, and moments later notice that sharing the obituary of Richard&#8217;s dad with well-intentioned friends keeps the wound fresh. I&#8217;ve cried in public and plundered our stash of candy like a kid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Today Richard and one of his brothers are on a ride around their dad&#8217;s favorite haunt, Fish Creek. I imagine this will help them enjoy memories of their dad and carry on his good legacy. Finding solace in memory and tradition is a great idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/f0f599e2-bd40-4f76-9250-65218b27a1e3-1_all_46124.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"703\" src=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/f0f599e2-bd40-4f76-9250-65218b27a1e3-1_all_46124-1024x703.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-32503\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/f0f599e2-bd40-4f76-9250-65218b27a1e3-1_all_46124-1024x703.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/f0f599e2-bd40-4f76-9250-65218b27a1e3-1_all_46124-300x206.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/f0f599e2-bd40-4f76-9250-65218b27a1e3-1_all_46124-768x527.jpg 768w, http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/f0f599e2-bd40-4f76-9250-65218b27a1e3-1_all_46124.jpg 1505w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Dale and his sons, Fish Creek, early 1980&#8217;s<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It seems like it&#8217;s been a while since I&#8217;ve written anything on the blog. Picture posts tell a story, but not all. I&#8217;ve been doing my writing in a personal journal instead. We&#8217;re meeting grief in all its faces. Some moments we feel more tender. Other moments we feel heightened frustration with inconveniences and people. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/2026\/05\/many-faces-of-grief\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Many faces of grief<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32479","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-extended-family","category-life-according-to-angela"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32479","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32479"}],"version-history":[{"count":28,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32479\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32518,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32479\/revisions\/32518"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32479"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32479"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.angelaross.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32479"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}