This lady raised me the majority of my childhood. She was my mother and I think of her daily.
Apparently Chris Kyle is getting a movie done, so happy someone has decided to tell the story of Chris. He lived in Midlothian TX, few miles from my town of Dallas TX. He was my friend’s neighbor. On occasion he would go over to my friend’s house (Weirdly enough this friend I speak of his name is Chris too, we’ve known each other since kindergarden!) to hang out or help around the property. He was that type of guy, saw a neighbor in need and would not haste to stop and move the fallen tree off the driveway.