So how does one begin to write about someone so wonderful as Chris White (aka Chopper...though I never called you that).
My memories of you are vast...just like your stories. A style icon, dancing in your own fashion be it Antibes, Antigua, Cabo...fun and frivolity followed everywhere you went.
We didn't have cell phones during our days aboard Katrion, so we don't have zillions of photos, though I promise to add some when I dig them out.
Chris...what a gem, a gentleman, a joker, a hard working, smiling, caring, lover of family and friends. There aren't enough words to adequately describe you.
In a perfect world, without CoVid, Ted and I would have been in NZ in March, with you, Leanne, Tayla, Reef and Caleb for the Cup, seeing the home you built and were so proud of.
I think you are the one who first called me Barbs. Will forever be the favorite version of my name Thank you.
There are songs that will forever make me think of you.
Your pride in your children, your love for Leanne, your family was evident. You bragged about all of them.
Your stories about your childhood, your parents, your brother. Through your stories we all came to love, and know in a way, everyone you spoke of.
Hearing you and Ted on the phone was always so wondefful. The laughter and love between you, undeniable. Being privy to those exchanges, priceless.
The dismay and tears that we will not see you again on this plane is real, but Chris, I wish you peace, love, and the knowledge that we are all energy and as far as I am concerned...forever attached.
I promise, Ted and I will visit NZ, and see that house, and give Leanne a strong hug, and see Caleb, Reef and Tayla again. They will always have an open door in the USA.
A fine man every moment you spent with us. Fly free dear friend.
Love you forever.
Barbs