11 days. 11 damn days… That’s how long I was 25 for before two police officers came knocking on my door, shattering my whole world and beliefs. Christopher had died. My Chris. My love who had travelled around the world to be with me.. To create a life with me.. Was gone. Just like that.

I invite you to join me on this rollercoaster, trying to find peace and purpose again while I chronicle the life of the most amazing man I have ever known. My ‘Memoirs of a Christopher.’

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