Chris Wright was my first friend. We met on the playground at St. Timothy’s Preschool in 1988 and formed a bond that would last nearly four decades. I’m an only child – and to me, he was more like a brother in every way but blood.
The night before he was killed, we shared a meal at Main Street Meats – swapping stories about the beautiful chaos of raising young families, our ambitious career pursuits, the wives that we adore, our parents, our kids, our dreams, our future golf trips.
We toasted to his joy of finally becoming a ‘Girl Dad’ to Aprilia – born only a few weeks prior, as well as the antics of his young boys, Abbott and Declan. Chris was beaming with pride.
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