one of my favorite pictures.
she is so happy.
this is chris.
wife of the marine.
quite a little warrior herself.
she battled cancer twice.
her bravery on the battle field was exemplary.
she dispatched the illness and the horrific treatments
the way she would handle the worst enemy.
with quiet fortitude.
she never smoked. she didn’t drink.
she ate all her vegetables.
she had no excesses.
unless you count the love for her husband her son and little grandsons.
that was her life.
she was not a complainer.
there was something about her.
chris reed was a friend to ‘stillness.’
other people talk about enlightenment.
about accepting life.
she didn’t preach it.
she didn’t even study it.
she just was.
she had beautiful silky black hair down to her waist when i first met her.
even when it was cut she had the shiniest healthiest looking hair . . .
of any woman i’ve ever known.
she had beautiful blue eyes with natural dark lashes.
but she had no vanity.
about her hair, her eyes or about anything else really.
how many women do you know with NO vanity? not many i’d say.
my favorite picture of the two of them.
here she is with her best guy.
my bob adored her. he’s the one who took these pictures.
i knew her longer than i’ve known most of the people in my life who
weren’t related to me.
and she put up with me far longer than i thought possible!
she was a paradox.
she did not suffer fools gladly as the saying goes.
but i tell you what.
if ever there was anyone you would want in your corner
if you were down . . . human or animal . . .
and especially animal! she was a friend to all animals . . .
it would be chris.
when i had my first major surgery and they lived in another town . . .
she just sensed that i was in a bad way.
i hadn’t said anything.
but i was having a reaction to the anesthesia.
she called me every single day without fail.
she loved without smarmy sentimentality.
she laughed when it was funny.
otherwise there was no fake laugh.
as a matter of fact . . . there was NOTHING fake about that girl.
she was the real thing.
and what a treasure that is . . .
in this world where everything is plastic.
she lived life on the level of a connoisseur.
there was innate good taste in everything she did.
understated. never gaudy or ostentatious. just simply good.
she was quality.
she had dimples and sparkling eyes and an acid wit.
she could cut to the core of any situation and find the humor.
she loved to travel. to experience new things and new cultures.
there was not a ‘discrimination’ bone in her body.
she loved artists and would support their work every chance she got.
she could outwork anyone else in the office. any office. and she did.
she was sought after for this ability. there was no nonsense.
no gossip at the water fountain. no time wasted.
she and the marine had that in common.
see the hill. take the hill.
it’s because of her that i got to go to london.
she was selected for a special assignment.
they furnished her a townhouse in mayfair.
as i recall . . . i invited myself to go along.
if she minded . . . she never said.
when i arrived from gatwick airport and went to my bedroom . . .
on my pillow was a little chocolate from belgium by way of selfridges.
just a tiny touch. from chris. to say welcome. i’m glad you came.
it was a week in heaven . . . and i’ll never forget it.
she is gone from us now.
the dimples and the sparkling eyes live on in her beautiful
son . . . my nephew . . . the tiger.
and in her two little grandsons that meant the world to her.
to say that the marine misses her is saying no words.
there are no words.
they had 38 years together.
they were like a private club.
that is a compliment.
it was a private club of the very best kind.
but it makes it doubly hard now.
he’s still walking.
he trained and he walked the walk for life for his chris.
he raised a lot of money for her favorite charity. . . children’s cancer
if there is a heaven.
and the dimples are flashing. and she’s saying . . . well done!
happy birthday darling girl.
you left us too soon.