Bridget.......I didn't know about Chris until I saw a tweet the other day. Then I did some digging. What a true brother and fellow countryman. I can feel him. Then I read your post tonight and subscribed. Finally. I follow all of your hard worked podcasts ect. I follow you on most of your platforms. I love sitting here watching you kill it! I'm a New Yorker that moved to SC many years ago. I know how important freedom is. Welcome to TX. Welcome to freedom. Love to your family. Stick it out. Moving somewhere feels lost for a period of time but stay with it. It will all work out, I promise. Great place to raise your family, without interference. -AJ
Bridget, this beautifully captures the man I was honored to call friend. I was fortunate enough to celebrate his 50th birthday with you and others. I am blessed to have known him. His spirit lives on. ❤️❤️❤️
This took me back to the times I was so certain I'd never get used to that awful feeling we call grief. And I realized I can't remember what it felt like to think it wouldn't last. Five stages? Acceptance is second nature to me now, coming the same moment I get the news. Therapy only goes so far and recovery is a compound impossibility. So the secret, for me, lies in the sixth stage of grief...
A very moving memorial. Chris must have been a wonderful fellow. I'm glad he found Christ.
Bridget.......I didn't know about Chris until I saw a tweet the other day. Then I did some digging. What a true brother and fellow countryman. I can feel him. Then I read your post tonight and subscribed. Finally. I follow all of your hard worked podcasts ect. I follow you on most of your platforms. I love sitting here watching you kill it! I'm a New Yorker that moved to SC many years ago. I know how important freedom is. Welcome to TX. Welcome to freedom. Love to your family. Stick it out. Moving somewhere feels lost for a period of time but stay with it. It will all work out, I promise. Great place to raise your family, without interference. -AJ
I am stunned as well. I am praying for Gigi and her boys. He was a special man.
Bridget, this beautifully captures the man I was honored to call friend. I was fortunate enough to celebrate his 50th birthday with you and others. I am blessed to have known him. His spirit lives on. ❤️❤️❤️
This took me back to the times I was so certain I'd never get used to that awful feeling we call grief. And I realized I can't remember what it felt like to think it wouldn't last. Five stages? Acceptance is second nature to me now, coming the same moment I get the news. Therapy only goes so far and recovery is a compound impossibility. So the secret, for me, lies in the sixth stage of grief...