The Sum Of All My Years. Broken Hearts Never Pass.

My beautiful and wonderful sister, Karen, passed eight years ago. This is a difficult time for me. Spring is here, my favorite season. Another year has passed into eternity for her. And another year gone in the countdown that began for me in 1960.
Karen’s soul had no presence. Except when it was gone. And it feels stronger as the days pass. Her death being a transference from something as inconsequential as life to an existence that has no substance. A state that is far more meaningful once it can’t be touched or experienced. A paradox of beauty, wonder and mystery that lasts forever.
Miss ya Sis.
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About the author: Christian J. Farber and wife Susan live in Tinton Falls, NJ. Their home is near the shore where they spend a lot of time at the beach with their three boys. Chris is a featured and contributing author on many social media platforms. These include The Huffington Post, Good Men Project and LinkedIn. Chris has had a long career in Marketing and Sales. He is a visionary thinker on business development. Chris has a reputation for building high-performing marketing and sales teams. His unique management style focuses on allowing people to perform without pressure or interference. Chris led many successful teams and performed transformation work at State Street Bank. Further, he has had success at start-up companies like Albridge Solutions. At Albridge, Chris was an early employee and helped lead the company’s dramatic growth. Albridge, acquired by PNC Bank in 2008 for more than $300 million, is now a unit of The Bank of New York.

8 thoughts on “The Sum Of All My Years. Broken Hearts Never Pass.

  1. Thanks for sharing, Chris. We sometimes need to be reminded how special and important family is, despite any differences we may have.

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  2. Thanks for sharing this, Chris. It’s interesting timing for me because I’ve been feeling very conflicted these past few days. As the sun begins to warm our yard, crocuses and tulips are opening, and the lilacs, cherry and apple trees are budding out, I feel a sense of euphoria. At the same time, as I stand with my face to the sun, warming my eyelids and the top of my head, I can’t help but feel sad that my dad isn’t here to enjoy our beautiful Montana spring.

    You carry a strong, warm, loving legacy for Karen’s memory, Chris.

    With love, Sarah

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