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Chris Fabry
Married to Andrea since 1982. We have 9 children together and none apart. Our dog's name is Tebow.
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After finding and remediating mold twice in our Colorado home, we abandoned ship in October 2008. Because of the high levels of exposure, our entire family was affected. After months of seeing different specialists for all of the problems, we came to Arizona to begin comprehensive treatment to rid our bodies of the toxic buildup. In August 2009 we moved into a larger home, four bedrooms, south of Tucson, north of Mexico. I am doing my daily radio program/ writing from that location. Thanks for praying for us. We really feel it.



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Thursday, February 27, 2014
March 25, 1985. My wife gave birth to our firstborn and we stared at that little miracle with tears. Later that night, after they were tucked snugly in bed, I floated onto the Chicago streets. It was 3 in the morning but I wasn’t scared to walk home. I was a dad.

But things changed two days later. I pulled up to the hospital in our Plymouth Horizon, a gift from Andrea’s parents, and strapped Erin in and drove her home.

As our family grew, we needed a larger car. We bought a Ford Taurus station wagon with a rear facing third seat. Cloth, of course. Erin and Megan loved to wave at semis from back there.

It was that maroon Ford Taurus that we drove to camp one summer, and when Erin wouldn’t stop whatever she was doing, I can’t remember what, I pulled over and made her ride in the third seat with the sleeping bags.

Then came the Chevy Suburban. Near a dusty cornfield in Indiana I pulled over and pulled Erin out. (There is a theme here.) I spoke forcefully but I didn’t know her love language. From the open window came my wife’s worried voice, “Please don’t hurt my baby!”

Then came the 15 passenger van Erin hated. And another Suburban. And by this time, she was driving. Those were wonderful days as Erin found her unique path on the road. I remember the right passenger mirror of the Ford Escort meeting our neighbor’s mailbox and merges onto I-25 that left me with that queasy, first-time-you’ve-ever-looked-over-the-edge-of-the-Grand-Canyon feeling.

Then came her first car. I surprised her with a Honda Accord that was older than she was. And she loved it.

However, the most memorable car story with Erin came when she was 8 years old. My father had given me his 1980 Diesel VW Rabbit. This car sounded like a tank, rattled like one of his old tractors, and when it got below freezing the glow plugs wouldn’t fire. In cold snaps it sat for days. The fuel tank also shrunk and the gauge didn’t work so you never knew when you were running out of fuel.

I sold the Rabbit to a friend who had a paper route, Scott Borg. (Later, his customers would complain about the noise so much that he had to sell it.) I signed the title and waved as he chugged away. When I turned I noticed Erin’s puckered chin. She was crying as she watched the Rabbit leave.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” I thought she had fallen. Perhaps she left a doll in the backseat.

No. She was upset the Rabbit was gone. With further probing I realized this was not just a car to her. We drove to the library and ran errands in the Rabbit. This was the car she looked for as I returned from work, that woke her up when I pulled up at night. To her, this car was part of the family.

I took her inside and tried to explain. Another car would feel less like I was driving a jackhammer. Another car with fewer miles and a bigger gas tank will be a wonderful addition to our family. It’s not that we don’t like the Rabbit, it’s just that we need something else. It was time for the Rabbit to park in another driveway.

I tried to convince her, but she couldn’t stop the tears. There was a loss in her life, a hole only an old diesel Rabbit could fill. And once that thing has wedged itself into your heart, it is always there.
The truth is, she wedged herself into my heart. And now, after what seems like about a day, it’s time for a new journey. I will walk arm in arm with her and give her to someone who will love and protect and provide. I’m not scared of the walk. I am a dad.


Anonymous said...

Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Terry Wagner said...

Beautiful story Chris, she is a lucky lady to have you for a Dad. Congratulations and enjoy your walk!

Ma Yu said...

Savor every moment, enjoy, and take lots of video. Always fun to go back and watch.

Anonymous said...

Precious, well said Chris. Best wishes to all, she is lovely.

Megan said...

Love you dad! You are the best dad there ever was. Can't wait to see you walk down that aisle with your first little girl.

Proud of you and all you do for us.


noma said...

Wow, do I ever like your post, Chris Fabry! My parents had a rabbit at one time. It was after I had moved away from home. I heard that it actually jumped.....just like the animal rabbit! They had to get rid of it too.

noma said...

Wow, do I ever like your post, Chris Fabry! My parents had a rabbit at one time. It was after I had moved away from home. I heard that it actually jumped.....just like the animal rabbit! They had to get rid of it too.

Scott Borg said...

I kind of teared up a little in memory of the Rabbit. The day the muffler fell off in the darkness of an early morning - yep...tears.

Congrats to you and Andrea and of course Erin and the lucky fella.

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Jan Silvious said...

Oh, my. Precious memories. You will always be 'the dad' and I love that. Blessings to you, Andrea, Erin and 'the husband!' May their lives be full of wonder and the joy of family.

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Annie V. said...

I remember many of those cars! A great post - congrats Erin!

Mary Maynard said...

Crying... and you know I don't do that!

Susan McCurdy said...

Congratulations to you and Anita. You are both so kind to share your story with the rest of us via your radio program and blog. God bless the wedding day and the marriage to follow ...and the mom and dad left behind.

coolmom56 said...

I remember that car! Hard to believe our (Bolingbrook) kids are all grown. Erin is a beautiful young woman, hope the man knows how blessed he is to be a part of your family. Congratulations to all of you!