At the age of 36 while simultaneously raising a family, Kathleen decided to go to college and earned a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology from Kennesaw State University where she graduated with honors. She then pursued and obtained a Master’s Degree in Psychology from Georgia State University, also graduating with honors. She was a licensed Marriage and Family Therapist and ran a successful private clinical practice in Marietta for 27 years. She was also a well respected Professor of Psychology at Kennesaw State University for 20 years, which was one of the great joys of her life, being able to work as an educator.
Kathleen was a lifelong scholar, an avid reader, a natural teacher, took a stand on things of which she felt passionately, played the piano and guitar, and was incredibly tenacious. She had a love for learning that was with her for her lifetime. Kathleen will be deeply missed by her family and friends.
Left to cherish her memory is daughter, Pamela “P.J.” Anthony and her husband, Rob; son, Randy Chendemi and his wife, Kim; and grandchildren, Madi and Parker Chendemi.
In memory of her and in lieu of flowers or a service, the family asks that you read a good book, enjoy a nice glass of wine, and perform an unexpected random act of kindness for someone in need, as so many people did for her in recent years.
A favorite poem of hers, and a reflection of how much she will be missed:
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-W.H. Auden
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