December 3rd- The Trilogy of Tears- Christopher Ritchey

December 3, 2012 at 1:32 am 9 comments


When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed.
Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied.
Only those relationships matter…………” Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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December 3rd- my day of infamy– children will be opening their 3rd little box on their Advent Calendar, mothers and fathers, sisters, cousins and friends will take this Monday morning to do their errands, run to the bank, go to work, come home from work, buy presents , send parcels of cakes and cookies to loved ones or celebrate a birthday. Life will happen, it will move and flow and for some it will stop.


I will see your face again as you were taken from us. I will shed the hot tears that burn . I will remember this day as the day when hope and laughter died.

As a little boy helped his mummy trim the tree, I remembered other trees another little boy- and the ghosts of Christmases past and December 3rd.

Nikki, will once again mail the check for your scholarship for Cleveland Institute of Art this December 3rd.

12-28-2010 “Who I Am”- Chris Ritchey CIA

Your dad will walk in the woods( where you so loved to ride your four wheeler) with your nephew and a new little “shadow”.


He will watch the antics of life and fun and remember those times of your laughter and life he shared with you and your Misty.


Nana, will try to keep busy cooking cakes whilst taking furtive glances to see if I am still “upright”. I will try to find a place in this world of chaos where I can once again see your smile and hear your voice.

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken, tears have been cried
Let’s do some living “after” we die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away

Wild horses we will ride them someday
Wild horses, wild horses

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