Remembering Grace Kelly
I recall the steep cliffside roads along the path from Nice to Monaco when I was travelling while on Liberty in the Navy.Those steep hairpin curved passages were a bit unsettling for me ... a big brawny raucous man child sailor in the late 1970s. I recall feeling how imposing they were and how they appeared as a wreck waiting to happen.
 Grace Patricia Kelly aka Gratia Patricia, Princess of Monaco November 12, 1929 – September 14, 1982 |
I recall that Prince Rainier was never the same after that point in time. How his former happy and peaceful countenance was replaced with an underlying saddness which radiated from him each and every time I saw him thereafter.
I must say that although I truly believed Grace Kelly to be a beautiful woman, I was not the fan of her film career as were most others around me. Suffice it to say that I was more preoccupied with giant crab monsters and walking tree demons, those things provided by the likes of Shock Theater in the Aragona Village of Virginia Beach, Virginia ... and my childhood tastes were certainly not those quality dramatic portrayals for which she was known.
However, I have always empathized with the Grimaldi family for having to endure their terrible loss. I have always wished each of them well over the years as well.
In the sum total of who we are and what we become it is evident to me that we evolve over time and end up the product of what happens on our watch.
I am a kinder, gentler person because of those impacts the loss of Princess Grace of Monaco had on her signficant others and it has been a tempering factor in that impetuousness which was me.