May 3rd – the book- Chris Ritchey

May 3, 2015 at 3:32 pm Leave a comment

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I was supposed to write a book telling of the “love story” as requested by your then wife- (Angela Marie Lombardi – Ritchey – now Angela Murphy DO ).

At least that is what she requested of me after your marriage, sitting on the couch, in your apartment . You were supposed to illustrate the “love” story . I am sure the expected heroine figure of Angela, as she imagined herself at the time, will be a disappointment to her in this actual story of undying love.

I have started the book” and yes your illustrations are very much a part of the story. I have come undone as I get to the chapters of the dying days. For weeks I have struggled to get past those dreadful days to get to the place I need to be to “continue ” your story as you continue.

I have even tried to leave those days for later and begin the chapters that need to be shared but I am unable to put fingers to keys . Why ? – will become apparent if I ever get this book finished . The journey for me has been one of seeing the best and the worst in humankind, the lies, deception, cowardice , greed , the medical community at its worst and best and great love, compassion , strength intertwined in the pages of NO LIMITS – I am limited by me…….


excerpt – NO LIMITS – Forward

I have hesitated for months, even years, to tell the story from my self-imposed box. I have written millions of words on my personal blog in the years since my son died. I have written his story, I have opened myself and my innermost thoughts and feelings. I have told the tale of cruelty, searing pain and thoughts of suicide. I have exposed myself in ways not many would without fear. So then, why is it I hesitate to share ALL of our story, a story of continuing love, strength and astonishment? What could be so dangerous in opening up a world of hurt to my loved ones? Why would a love that continues cause such angst and trepidation in those of my society?

Society? Oh they can’t hurt me, I am beyond their pain, their laughter. The sound of laughter to one who rarely laughs is just pleasant echo of what once was. There should be laughter in the world, I do not begrudge laughter or being the source of humor.

I love you my son……..


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