Kathryn sounded like a wonderful and beautiful person. I am sorry I never got to met her. I will in the after life and feel blessed to have her watch over me. God rest her soul.

I worked with Kathryn about two years while at the Anniston police Department. She was always very polite and dedicated to her work with Chief Chandler. My sincere condolences to the family of Ms. Ankeny.

I have a few stories about My Wondrous Mother that I would like to tell you.

 My son Carson came into our world on February 13, 2003, but that is only the end of this story. My mother was so excited about the upcoming birth of her first grandson, having arranged showers and coming to visit, with my father in tow, often to help us work on our new house, and she always took time to be involved, and to send thoughtful cards. So on February 12, at about 10:30 that night, when I called her and told her that he was on the way, contractions every 4 minutes and getting closer, she told me she knew it, because of a feeling she had. At 2:00AM, when I called her from Northside Hospital, she must have already been packed and ready, jumped right into the car, within a couple of hours she was there at the hospital. Now be aware that Joni had already been in labor since 5:00-6:00 the previous evening, we waited and waited and Joni labored and labored. Mother found it odd that we were all in the delivery room, not how they did it in my day, this is like a hotel room, offering support and encouragement, and we waited, the labor continuedit was before 8:00 PM, which was when the hospital shift was about to change (funny how hospitals work that way), so that the people who had been working the delivery could finish the miracle that they had come to assist in, time to make a choice, we finally relented, fear of complications in our thoughts, and Carson was delivered C-Section at 8:00. Mom waited while I went into surgery with Joni and they delivered our precious little man. Because of the long labor and a slight complication during labor, they kept Carson in observation for a few hours, but they would allow us to go see him. I hurried to get mother, who was waiting outside, we went up the elevator, and she got to see Carson, clean and clear and wiggling, yep, and already looking around. Mom got to see him before Joni did, I could feel the radiating love. As we looked through this glass window into the future, she hugged me so tight and told me how proud she was of me, for becoming such a good man, for being what she was sure would be a fantastic father, and she looked me in the eyes and told me that I reminded her of my father when I was first born and their married life was so new and full of promising possibilities.

 Joni and I were driving to visit her parents in Winston Salem, NC, Carson still a little bundle in his baby safety seat, July the 4th for our traditional visit. The transmission fell apart, and our car stopped on the side of the road, not any road, this was the MAJOR interstate transition at Greenville, SC, the 85 and 185 split if you know it. Not on just any day, a July day in South Carolina with a cruel vengeance in it. We were fortunate to have a cell phone; we called the nearby dealership, the tow truck, and a van was sent by the Volvo dealership (you would be amazed at how many drivers the heat impedes, the van was almost full of passengers, and room had to be made for the baby and carrier). So there we were, finally at the repair facility, with our beautiful little precious in his basket, finally in the air conditioning waiting and we get the news. $2200 to repair the car, it is a holiday weekend, it wont be repaired for at least 7 days. Where are we going to get that kind of money? I had just quit my job to join with and to build on Joni's business, so just starting a new company, the American dream right? We had two houses, renovating one with an office space for the company, selling one, (who knew the residual negative effects of 9/11 would last that long?), a new 5-month-old baby boy, it was a LOT! My phone rings, my Mother, she says, Something is wrong, what is the matter? I can feel it She knew! I could not believe it. Over 18 years since I had graduated from Auburn, 13 years of that in marriage to Joni and I had proudly never asked for or accepted a dime from them. She knew the exact moment in which it was necessary.

See, the love in my Mother was not judgmental, it was not TOUGH or wrathful, it wasn't that way for my parents, they were not vindictive or condescending. it was soft and encouraging love, fair and all encompassing  I will call it INSPIRING. I can only dream that I will be able to emulate her example as I extend Mother's, Mom's, Mimi's, level of love to my own growing, and now teenage son.

 One last story. I had had these feelings for days, odd dreams with my young vibrant mother as the central character, black and white rerun feelings. While I made breakfast, as I prepared my son for his day at school, I am certain the same breakfast she made me as she sent me off to school as a growing boy; bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, milk, orange juicea sandwich and a cookie for lunch. I felt her there, breaking the trap of her ravaged body, and her feebled brain that would no longer let her out to express herself, feeling what it used to feel like, she was talking to me. I woke up on the morning of my son's birthday, February 13, and I knew. Carson and I splurged for his birthday breakfast, iHop (because their eggs are so much better than mine), he and I had a wonderful conversation, no phones, no iPad, and I felt content, like a major weight somewhere in the world had been released. Well, Carson and I drove home, now discussing his soon to happen party, and the fact that at 8:00PM it would be official, he would be a teenager. We had gotten out of the car, standing in our new back yard, I told him how proud I was of him, and how impressed by all of his amazing accomplishments, and I reminded him of how I held his tinny little beautiful head in my hand that first time, and about when MiMi and I looked with wonder in on his potential that night 13 years agoWhen I heard the most unusual song from above, huh-huh-huh geese, right? No, it was not the encouraging calls of the geese, toward those ahead from those behind, keep up, be strong, to the leader ahead in the line of the flight. This was different, but the same. I looked up and caught a bright flash of pink, an odd stick with wings and a backwards-bending knee, and then the unique honk became recognizable. The gangly flamboyance pointed directly overhead, low and easily visible, masterful fliers, if you have witnessed flamingos fly then you know what I mean. They circled in formation, then clumped in a sort of disarray, a glob directly overhead, the flock seemed confused, looking for altitude, for direction, they continued to circle overhead and then to climb, and to calmly and lovingly encourage each other, stronger, keep going, to describe the enormity of their mission to each other, to work together to make the situation correct, with kindness. They climbed; they soon reformed their wonderfully straight lined V and headed off in the other direction from which they had originated, now in the direction that held their dreams, the pleasure, the happiness, and the place where they were supposed to go.

 I was certain that this most beautiful and most gregarious being of it's kind, momentarily lost, in disarray and confusion, had found it's direction and now was showing Carson and I that it was on it's desired course, for us to be happy for her, for her love, and to be content in the knowledge that she was headed to the place she longed to be free.

My deepest sympathy to the Ankeny family. May your warm memories of happy times comfort you and may God strengthen you during this difficult time.

Ms. Kathryn was an awesome lady!!! My youngest daughter who is now 21 was in her Sunday School Classes and loved her so!!! We are so sorry for your loss and will keep your family in our prayers.

May God bless those that she left behind, and give them comfort in this difficult time.

She was a special lady and never had unkind words for anyone.  Liked working with her as Chief's secretary.  Loved her Mexican cornbread recipe too.  She will be missed. Prayers to the family.

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.

Carson, I stumbled upon your mother's obituary today and am very sorry to learn of the loss of your parents.  I think of you and little Carson often. I don't remember your parents but know they raised a fine son in you.

Gigi, so very sorry to read of your Mothers passing. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Know that God cares for your family in this difficult time. I pray that the peace of God will be with your family. (Philipians 4:7)

God has not forget those sleeping in the grave  1 thessalonian 4: 13

Kathryn, many good memories of my time with you, my friend, with the children at Sunday School and VBS. Enjoyed all those times with you and the children loved you so. Thanks for that. See you again some day... loved you..

Kathryn was an exceptional employee with a great personality.  She dealt with all employees and the public with skill and ability.  I will always think of her fondly and pray for her family during this trying time.    

Wayne Chandler

Kathryn will be missed by those of us who worked with her and appreciate her tireless dedication to the Anniston Police Department.

Kathryn had been in our Red Hat Club until she was no longer able to come.  She was a sweet Lady.  Our sympathy goes out to her family and friends.
Earle Flynn
Golden Springs Spring Chickens

Kathryn was a good lady who kept the police department running.  It was a pleasure working with her.  The family will be in my prayers.

God Bless your family. 

I worked with Kathryn at APD from 1989 until she retired. She was a kind and wonderful person.

OBITUARIO

Kathryn E. Ankeny

27 septiembre, 1934 – 12 febrero, 2016

Gray Brown-Service Mortuary

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