Webster High School
Class Of 1968
I want to thank everyone for all the prayers, cards and uplifting messages! You have no idea how much you have helped me get through this tragedy. I must tell you about MY Chriss. He was 61 yrs. old and wonderful. I was always the problem, I don't know how that man put up with me for 37 years. For example; in Wy. I got really mad at him and I started swinging, I was going to lay him out!. He reached out, put his hand on my head and held me there at arms length while I swung my fists like Ali. When I pooped out and quit, he looked at me calmly and said,"Are you finished now? Do you feel better now?" Of course being a red head, I was still mad but he just smiled at me and grabbed me in a big bear hug and patted my back like the child I had just acted like. That was Chriss. Calm, controled, never held a grudge, always the first to forgive and understand.
He lifted weights for years and at this ripe old age, could still throw a 250lb. tarp up on his trailer and then tarp the load, no matter how tall, wide or long. This is what is so hard. Chriss was my rock. He was so solid, so strong, so physically in my world. God saw him for the GOOD man he was and was mercifull. Chriss died in his sleep in his truck. When his Uncle finally found the truck, Chriss was in his bed, curled up under his covers.
Thank you for listening to me. I thought I would never be able to talk about this, but it is starting to be all I want to do. It keeps him here, with me. The girls and I still talk about him in the presence sense. It feels like he is just off delivering a load somewhere and he will be back soon. How can a man who was so ALIVE be gone in a second? Shock doesn't begin to describe how we have been this past month. I am 58 and I am a widow.
I will shut up now, The fact that I always write 'books' and tell my life story to complete strangers, drove Chriss up the wall, so I will stop.
Thanks again,
Phyllis Cooper Hund
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