Feb 3rd- the boy – the man- Chris Ritchey

February 2, 2016 at 10:49 pm 1 comment

NO LIMITS- Past – Present- Future – Christopher Ritchey
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These days of missing pile up like so much stuff in a hoarders closet. Pull out one item and blam the rest of those days – stuffed to the back of the “closet of mind”- explode out of their confinement , knocking me off my “grief feet” , stunned , covered in the bits of days I had pushed to the dark recesses- forgotten.

There I am sitting amongst all the rubble of life, the memories, bruised by the sheer weight of it all, overwhelming and in sad recollection. This sheer weight of it all might lessen, as more things are put away again, but the “mind closet” is filled to overflowing and will always be there until end of days.

Desperately hanging on to the memories of your face, your laugh, your voice means reliving the days you were a man.

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I was so proud of you Chris- I still am- your strength – the way you tried to keep from me your fears, your pain in those days of Texas. You knew I was frightened to death of what was happening to you, even in your darkest days you sought to protect Nikki, your dad, Nana and me.
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Last month, I received a sympathy card from across the world. They had only just learned you had died. They remembered , not the man, but the child – and at the same time “they” had been little more than a child when they visited us. Their words

“I will forever remember Christopher as a bright-eyed, blond-haired, cheeky, chirpy 8 year old boy”

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In my pain of remembering you as the man , it had been a long time since I had pulled from my mind those childhood memories of you. You WERE cheeky, you were a handful, you were loving , boisterous and sometimes bad.
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Jumping off the neighbor’s garage roof – spraining both ankles – hiding the pain so as not to feel my wrath at such behavior. Your feelings and moods were always written all over your face- open to the world.

Those last months, your eyes hidden for the most part behind those aviator glasses, trying not to share ……

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Those happy memories of you -the boy -gave a smile amongst all the clutter of grief-

I love you Chris- both the boy and the man and the strength of your spirit…………………

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Breath of Life- Chris Ritchey

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Rich Robbin  |  February 3, 2016 at 1:50 pm

    So many great memories of Chris….my third son!

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