Chris…
It’s hard to find the right words for someone who was such a big part of so many of my younger years. In our younger years you were my neighbor, my friend, and a constant in some of my favorite childhood memories. I spent countless days at your house, going to the lake with your family, fishing at Brock’s pond, and watching my dad coach your baseball team. Those are memories I’ll always hold close.
When your family moved to Florida, life took us in different directions and we lost touch for a while. But I’m thankful for social media bringing us back into each other’s lives. You never failed to reach out calls, messages, even letters, and I could always hear how proud you were of your girls. That was something special about you… your love for them ran deep.
I know life wasn’t always easy for you. You fought battles that many didn’t see, but in every conversation we had, I heard your heart. You wanted so badly to turn things around, to be the dad, son, and brother you knew you could be. And we talked a lot about God, about faith, and about hope.
My heart is heavy knowing I won’t get another call, message, or letter from you. But I do find comfort in believing you’re no longer struggling, no longer hurting… and finally at peace.
You’ll always be a part of many others stories, Chris!
Rest easy. 🤍