When my band performed at Clifton Opera House on July 13, 2019, I never gave much thought to the fact that it might be the last time my mom would see me perform in front of a live audience. She and my sister, Mary, attended numerous open mic events I hosted and performed at. Mom was so happy that I found an activity and a part-time occupation that brought me tremendous joy. She was equally comforted knowing I’d found a new core group of friends, people I could lean on and count on in the good and the not so good times of life; individuals who, like her, loved me unconditionally, no matter what.
As things turned out, my band’s show at Clifton Opera House ended in grand fashion. We received two standing ovations after performing the last three songs in our set list. It didn’t matter if Mom could hear us or not (her hearing really deteriorated late in her life); she could see the smile on my face and revel in the joy I was experiencing. That was sufficient for her in the same way that Christ’s love is sufficient for those who place their trust and faith in Him/Her. The love my Mom felt for me was the same love she felt in her heart for each of my five siblings and to all whose lives she touched. What a blessing she was to us!
I raise the grand finale-standing ovation metaphor because it fits my vision of what my mom’s departure from this world and her entrance into life eternal must have been like. Before I speak more on that, I invite you to continue reading and to get to know the woman my siblings and I knew as Mom and whom others knew or referred to as “Queen Rita.”
Rita Elizabeth Brun, my future mom was born at the height of the Great Depression on February 17, 1930. She was the last child born to Louis and Edith Brun and their only daughter. She was the only child of ten to be born in a hospital. When she and my grandma came home from St. Elizabeth’s Medical Center, her father, Louis, the grandpa I’ve never met, posted a sign above the door on the front porch steps of their home that read, “Welcome home, Queen Rita!”
For the majority of people who lived through the Great Depression and World War II, the primary objective was survival. Six of my mom’s brothers served in World War II. One was later medically discharged, two were turned down for medical reasons. By the grace of God, the five who served their country during the war returned home. Eventually, all nine of my mom’s brothers married and partook in the seed planting (pardon the pun) that gave birth to America’s “baby boom” generation.
My future mom was an eighth grade graduate. She never took a high school or college course. Regardless, she was smart as a whip and sharp as a tack. Until she lost consciousness five days ago, Mom knew and no doubt could have recited the birth dates of all 48 of her Brun nieces and nephews if asked to do so. She took great pride in that because she loved babies. She loved being a mother (of six), a grandmother (to 17), and a great grandmother (to 18 and counting).
My future parents, Francis (Frank) Joseph Heider and Rita Elizabeth Brun met late in the spring of 1963. They were married nine months later on January 23, 1954. As their wedding day unfolded, Frank experienced sharp pains in his abdomen. After the ceremony, he was ushered to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy. Mom went to “their” wedding reception and cut “their” wedding cake alone. Not exactly the images couples envision for their wedding day. Not the best way to kick off a marriage.
Nevertheless, Rita was a survivor and a fighter. It goes without saying that her resilience, her compassion for others, her toughness, and her will to live were embedded in her during the most turbulent years the world has ever known. Her Roman Catholic faith bolstered and reinforced all of those qualities and strengthened her determination and resolve not simply to survive, but to thrive and prosper. In short, to live!!!
My mom had numerous run ins with death. When my future dad recovered from appendectomy surgery, he and Queen Rita got down to the business of raising a family. Mom bore six kids in seven years and miscarried a child. Her doctor warned my dad that they both needed to slow down. Mom needed more time to regain her strength and stamina from one birth to the next. But, good Roman Catholic couples do what good Roman Catholic couples did in those days: They were “fruitful and they multiplied.”
Perhaps that contributed to Mom’s breast cancer diagnosis in 1964. She defied the odds and survived radiation treatments that scorched cancerous tissues in and aligning her right breast. That breast and numerous lymph nodes were removed. A hysterectomy guaranteed she would never conceive or bare children again. The very essence of her womanhood was taken from her.
It’s worth noting that a mother of six children down the street was also diagnosed with breast cancer. Why God spared my mom and not her is one of life’s many mysteries. It was nothing short of a miracle that my siblings and I had our mom for 89 years, ten months, and eleven days. February 17, 2020 would have been her 90th birthday. We were blessed to have her as long as we did!
When my father was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease in 1992, my mom dutifully fulfilled her wedding vows to my dad and served as his primary caregiver. On a couple occasions, I went to visit my parents and was shocked to see my mother’s face covered in black and blue. On one such day, Dad got stuck in a corner in their living room and couldn’t maneuver himself out of it. He called out to my mom. As she attempted to get him turned around their legs became entangled. Mom had no time to protect her face from the hard oak coffee tables she slammed into. Dad fell on top of her. She managed to get out form under him and climb to her feet. She helped dad into his lounge chair. But, the damage to her face was a real eye opener when I stopped in to visit. For me, not for my mom; her eyes and entire face was black and blue. She wasn’t dead. Not by a long shot. But, she sure as heck looked like it.
Believe it or not, there were additional falls and ugly Parkinson’s Disease war wounds. As always, Mom rebounded and continued serving my father until he died at age 78 in 2005.
Mom’s closest brush with death occurred in March 2015, I was hosting an open mic at Applebees in Sugarcreek that evening when I received a text stating that mom had fallen in the carport driveway and smashed her head on the concrete. She was in the ER at Kettering Medical Center. The impression I got from the texts I received from my sister, Mary, was that Mom was in tough shape. Real tough shape.
I turned the open mic hosting reins over to a good friend and drove to Kettering Medical Center. I was shocked to see a baseball sized contusion bulging from the back of Mom’s head. She was pale, lethargic, moaning loudly, and obviously in considerable discomfort. I took one look at her I thought to myself, “This is it. She’s not coming back from this!” She looked absolutely awful – worse than I had ever seen her before or since.
Much to our good fortune, once again, my Mom demonstrated to me and my five siblings that she had no plans to leave planet Earth anytime soon. Still, her ten day stay in the wasn’t for the faint of heart.
I visited Mom in her hospital room a few days after her fall. She was nauseous, constipated, and suffering from extreme cramps. Somehow, she managed to stand up beside her bed. I moved toward her and wrapped my arms around her fragile body. She didn’t have the strength to wrap her arms around me. But, it was abundantly clear that she was in pain and desperate for help.
Like soldiers wounded in battle, my 85 year old mom cried out with every ounce of strength she could muster, “Mama, please make it stop! Please Mama, please, it hurts so bad! Please Mama. Please Mama. Make it stop!” She repeated those words over and over and, at different points, she substituted God and Jesus for Mama. Grandma Edith Brun, my mom’s mother, died in October, 1973; it made no difference. Mom still cried out to her Mom. It was gut wrenching seeing her that way. How precious – a mother’s love for her children. As long as my mind remains in tact, I will never forget that moment. Ever!
Which brings me back to the point of this writing:
When my mom’s spirit exited her physical body at 3:28 Wednesday morning, December 11, 2019, I imagined her receiving a standing ovation from all of the angels and saints in Heaven. Everyone who preceded her in death was there to greet her. And, the best image of all was that of Jesus standing before her, His arms outstretched, beckoning her toward “the mother of all warm embraces.” Mom and God reunited in Heaven forever and ever. The grandest of grand finales followed immediately by the newest, most awesome, new beginnings. WOW!
On Sunday, December 15, another grand finale of sorts will mark the passing of the last of Louis and Edith Brun’s offspring. Those who are willing and able to celebrate my mother’s life and memory will gather with our family at Westbrock Funeral Home on Wayne Avenue to share stories about my mom. I fully expect there will be much laughter and more than a few tears.
On Monday, in the Catholic tradition, many of those same individuals will celebrate the Liturgy of the Word and the Liturgy of the Eucharist in remembrance of Jesus’ death and resurrection as well as the death and resurrection of our mother to eternal life with Christ in Heaven.
This grand finale we are preparing to celebrate is more for those Mom leaves behind than for her. Yes, the words we speak, the prayers and petitions we offer, the bread of life we eat, the cup of salvation we drink, and the songs we sing are performed in remembrance of her. Tears and sadness are expected in such moments. But, the true focus of this service is a celebration of Mom’s life. “Let us rejoice and be glad!”
“Queen Rita, you made the rockin’ world go round!” We salute you! Prepare yourself, our grand finale tribute to you is coming!
With deepest love, reverence, and affection,
Your devoted son, Chris
PS Mom, when you get a chance, please enjoy this video Ben made of my band’s performance in Clifton. I’m sure your new ears work better than your old ones. Know that I experienced great joy singng and performing these songs with you in the audience. I’m sad you won’t attend future performances in the flesh. I know, however, you will be with me and all those who loved you in Spirit!
Greetings and welcome back to my blog!
Saturday, July 13, 2019 is a big day for The Chris Heider Band. We will be making our debut performance at the Clifton Opera House (COH) in beautiful Clifton, OH. The COH is a quaint and cute small town theater and musical performance venue. My bandmates and I are donating our share of the gate to the University of Cincinnati Gardner Center Precision Medicine Neurodegenerative Disease Fund. To maximize our donation, our goal is to place a body in all 220 seats. Whether you are familiar with the Stray Cats and their hit song “Rock This Town” or not, here’s how we’re going to do it:
“WE’RE GONNA ROCK, CLIFTON,
ROCK IT’S ‘OPERA HOUSE’!
WE’RE GONNA STORM THAT STAGE
WE’RE GONNA SING AND SCREAM AND SHOUT!
ON SATURDAY EVENING
JULY ONE-THREE
2019 – MY BAND AND ME
WE’RE GONNA ROCK, CLIFTON
WE’RE GONNA SELL THAT PLACE RIGHT OUT!!!
BUT, NOT ONLY ROCK,
WE’VE GOT SOME FOLKSY-BLUESY SOUNDS!
WE’RE GONNA COUNTRY-POP-IT
SINGER-SONGWRITER-IT DOWN!
YOU’LL BE CLAPPIN’
FOR CLAPTON
NEIL YOUNG, JT
THE BOSS,THE EAGLES
DENVER, DIERKS BENTLEY
GLEN CAMPBELL, JIM CROCE
KASEY MUSGRAVES
AND MY BAND AND ME!”
My bandmates and I feel incredibly blessed for the invitation to perform at the Clifton Opera House. Many talented musicians have made their mark there over the years, including my dear friends, Bob Farley and Lynn Perdzock of “Raggedy Edge” and “The Littlest Big Band”. It’s a privilege and an honor to follow in their footsteps and those of other talented musicians in the greater Dayton area and beyond who have graced the Clifton Opera House stage.
What makes this event all the more exciting for me is my three adult kids and two daughters-in-law are coming back home to Dayton from Denver and Boston to see me perform professionally for the very first time. Cooler still, my son, Benjamin, is a professional filmmaker. I’ve asked him to film the entire event. Ben’s “gonna put me and my bandmates in the movies and all we’ve got to do is act naturally.” For more about Ben and the fantastic work he does, check out his Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/FranklyBenjaminLLC/ and/or his website https://www.benheider.com/
As mentioned, all band proceeds will benefit The Gardner Center for Movement Disorders at the University of Cincinnati Medical Center. This fund is aimed at pursing precision medicine for Parkinson’s disease and neurodegenerative diseases. The endowed chair and lead researcher of the University of Cincinnati James J. and Joan A. Gardner Family Center for Parkinson’s Disease and Movement Disorders is my personal neurologist, Alberto Espay, MD.
I chose this fund because it was Dr. Espay who treated my father, Francis J. Heider, after he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease at age 65 in 1992. In 2009, I was diagnosed with idiopathic Parkinson’s Disease by Dr. Espay. Just four years prior, my dad’s PD ravaged immune system resulted in his death on August 23, 2005. He was 78 years old.
Not only is Dr. Espay a leading expert in his field, he’s just an awesome human being. He has done so much to help slow the progression of my illness. In layman’s terms, Dr. Espay is a stud in the neuroscience field. The fact that I am able to stand upright without losing my balance, swing my arms, strum my guitar, and belt out a song is a testament to the man and his expertise. For more information about Dr. Espay, click https://www.uchealth.com/physician/alberto-espay/ .
I made the decision to fund Dr. Espay’s research after the recent tornado outbreak in Dayton, OH on Memorial Day, May 27, 2019. When a disaster of that magnitude strikes so close to home it totally changes your perspective. The tornado that originated in Brookville and ended in Beavercreek came within a mile of my mom’s house. She and my sister, Mary, had not been watching the news. I called out of concern and told them a tornado was coming right at them – they needed to take cover immediately. They had no idea a storm was coming.
I admit now, much to my shame, that when local news stations interrupted regular programming, I was perturbed. “The Stanley Cup Playoffs are on for crying out loud!” I thought to myself. “Stop with the hype already!”
As their coverage continued, however, I quickly realized the gravity of the situation and how instrumental they were in saving peoples lives that evening. Given the extent of the damage, our local weather forecasters did one heck of a job getting the word out. The destruction I woke up to and watched on the news the next morning was catastrophic. So many peoples lives were literally uprooted. I felt a strong desire to get out and give back. I volunteered a couple of days distributing water and food to victims of the disaster. I hope to do more in the coming days. It’s truly better to give than to receive.
My friend and fellow musician, Tony Peters and other artists I met hosting open mics in the area had already been planning a tornado relief fundraiser. Tony asked me to host part of the event and I had a great time, as did all who attended. It was a HUGE success. They raised $4,200.00! The place was packed. It was simply awesome!
That got me thinking about doing something for people I know who have Parkinson’s Disease or who know people that do. My band’s upcoming performance at Clifton Opera House is the biggest stage I will perform on to date. It holds 220 seats. At $10.00 each, a sellout nets $2,200. My band gets half of that ($1,100.00).
Granted, $1,100 is a far cry from $4,200.00 and compared to the millions of dollars needed it takes to fund PD research, it’s a drop in the bucket, if that. But, something, in this case, is better than nothing.
I recognize and accept the reality that some may view this as a publicity stunt to gain attention and sympathy for myself and/or notoriety for my band. As I have no control over the opinions, actions, or accusations of other people, I’m leaving it at that.
My father lost his fight with Parkinson’s in 2005. I have numerous relatives, friends, and acquaintances who struggle with the scourge that is PD. My goal is share the reality of what it’s like to live with the illness from the perspective of the caretaker and patient. If you or someone you know has PD, I hope this blog is helpful.
The remainder of this blog focuses on three things:
What Parkinson’s Disease is and how people are impacted differently by it;
Statistics about the future of PD in the United States and around the world
My dad’s personal struggles with PD and how it eventually resulted in his death.
Researchers have discovered that Parkinson’s is no longer one disease. In fact, it’s much more than that. No two cases of Parkinson’s patients are exactly alike.
Unless you have been diagnosed with Parkinson’s yourself and/or know intimately someone who has it, when you think of PD you more than likely think of people like Michael J. Fox, a big screen and television actor who was diagnosed with PD in 1991 at age 29.
It is rare for someone as young as Michael J. Fox to be diagnosed with the disease. The average age of diagnosis is 56. Men are likely to be diagnosed than women. Fox’s diagnosis at age 29 is known as “young-onset” Parkinson’s.
In her August 3, 2017, Parkinson’s News Day article “11 Facts about Parkinson’s Disease You May Not Know”, Marta Rebiero describes Parkinson’s as a movement disorder characterized by one or more of the following motor symptoms:
Stiffness (rigidity): muscle stiffness detected by a doctor on examination
Slowness (bradykinesia): decrease in spontaneous and voluntary movement; may include slower walking, less arm swinging while walking, or decreased blinking or facial expression
Resting tremor: a rhythmic, involuntary shaking that occurs in a finger, hand or limb when it’s relaxed and disappears during voluntary movement.
Other motor symptoms — walking problems or difficulty with balance and coordination (postural instability) — also may occur. These can happen any time in the course of Parkinson’s, but are more likely as the disease advances.
Not everyone with PD experiences all three symptoms, however, slowness is always present. While tremor is the most common symptom at diagnosis, not everyone with Parkinson’s has tremor.
However, according to Rebeiro, Parkinson’s is much more than a movement disorder. Numerous non-motor symptoms also occur in Parkinson’s patients. They are often referred to as the “invisible symptoms”. These common symptoms can affect almost every bodily system, occur any time in the course of disease (even before motor symptoms or diagnosis) and differ in severity from person to person. Non-motor symptoms can significantly impact quality of life for people with Parkinson’s and their families. They may include:
Constipation: decreased or difficult-to-pass bowel movements
Low blood pressure (orthostatic hypotension): decrease in blood pressure when changing positions, such as standing from sitting, which can cause lightheadedness, dizziness or fainting
Sexual problems: erectile dysfunction in men; decreased libido or pain in women
Urine problems: frequent urination, involuntary loss of urine (incontinence) or difficulty emptying the bladder (weak stream)
Sweating problems: excessive perspiration, even when not hot or anxious
Mood and Thinking Changes: Parkinson’s disease can impact how you feel and think.
Apathy: lack of motivation and interest in activities
Memory or thinking (cognitive) problems: vary widely; range from multitasking and concentration difficulties that don’t interfere with daily activities (mild cognitive impairment) to significant problems that impact a job and daily and social activities (dementia)
Mood disturbances: depression (sadness, loss of energy, crying spells for no defined reasons, decreased interest in activities) and anxiety (uncontrollable worry)
Psychosis: seeing things that aren’t there (visual hallucinations) and having false, often paranoid, beliefs (delusions), such as that a spouse is being unfaithful or money is being stolen
Drooling: build up of saliva because of decreased swallowing
Pain: discomfort in one body part or the entire body
Skin changes: oily or dry skin; increased risk of melanoma
Excessive daytime sleepiness or fatigue: feeling drowsy, sluggish or exhausted; may be symptoms on their own or result from Parkinson’s medications
Smell loss: decreased ability to detect odors
Speech problems: speaking in a soft and monotone voice and sometimes slurring words or mumbling
Swallowing problems: choking, coughing and clearing the throat when eating and drinking
Vision changes: dry eyes, double vision and trouble reading
Sleep problems: insomnia (difficulty falling or staying asleep), restless legs syndrome (an uncomfortable sensation in the legs that goes away with moving them) or REM sleep behavior disorder (acting out dreams)
Weight changes: mild to moderate weight loss; some patients actually gain weight
The following stats compiled by the Parkinson’s Foundation based in Miami, FL are sobering, to say the least.
“Nearly one million will be living with Parkinson’s disease (PD) in the U.S. by 2020, which is more than the combined number of people diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, muscular dystrophy and Lou Gehrig’s disease (or Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis)
An estimated 1.2 million people will be diagnosed with PD in 2030
Approximately 60,000 Americans are diagnosed with PD each year.
More than 10 million people worldwide are living with PD.
Incidence of Parkinson’s disease increases with age, but an estimated four percent of people with PD are diagnosed before age 50.
Men are 1.5 times more likely to have Parkinson’s disease than women.
The combined direct and indirect cost of Parkinson’s, including treatment, social security payments and lost income, is estimated to be nearly $25 billion per year in the United States alone.
Medications alone cost an average of $2,500 a year and therapeutic surgery can cost up to $100,000 per person.
My first exposure to Parkinson’s Disease raised its ugly head when my father, Francis J. Heider, retired from his job as a dry cleaner in 1992. He was 65 years old. My mom bought my dad a bass fishing boat as a retirement gift. Dad loved to fish; he lived to fish. I think everyone in my family was present when the boat was unveiled beneath the awning on my parents driveway.
Everybody, including and especially my mom and sister, Mary, who lived at my parent’s house felt something just wasn’t quite right with my dad. He looked old, tired, and lethargic. He had an odd expression on his face – hollow, frozen, distant, and apathetic. He wasn’t as steady on his feet as he once was. He moved slower, more cautiously. His stride was shorter. His arms didn’t swing in unison with his steps as he walked. He was thrilled with the gift he received, but as he climbed aboard he just didn’t look like himself.
As time passed, I noticed whenever I came over to visit my parents at their house, dad had a blank stare on his face, especially when he sat in his easy chair in the front room. His cheeks appeared to droop, his mouth was often open, his eyes seemed glassy – almost as if there’s was nothing behind them. Everyone who visited my parents noticed it. So did my mom. We would all learn that look was a common feature portrayed by many PD sufferers – the so-called “Parkinson’s look.”
I don’t recall what convinced my mother to take dad to see a neurologist. More than likely, our family’s general practitioner recommended he see one. After one meeting with a neurologist, Dad was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease.
Parkinson’s Disease? What the hell is Parkinson’s Disease? Slowly but surely, we all found out. In future blogs, I will describe what it’s like to have one of the worst forms of PD a person can contract – from the viewpoint of someone saddled with the disease as well as his or primary caretaker. I will admit now that prior to his death on August 23, 2005, my dad had exhibited every motor and non-motor symptom in the PD manual.
In the later stages of his bout with PD, dad could no longer dress himself, clean himself up after having a bowel movement, take a bath or a shower, hold a spoon in his hand, comb his hair, brush his teeth, much less walk or climb into bed. He was chronically constipated and suffered two hernias, more than likely the result of having to work so hard trying to evacuate his bowels.
At age 65, when he was informed he had PD, my dad stood 6’3 and weighted 240 lbs. At age 78, he was a living, breathing human skeleton. His body had completely atrophied (i.e. he was stiff as a board). I estimate his weight was 175 lbs, if that. He was skin and bones. His muscles were straps of sinew and bulging blood vessels. He had “strings,” not hamstrings. There was no ham. No bacon. Just frail bones wrapped with a thin layer of human flesh.
My mom, all of my brothers and sisters and brothers and sisters-in-law, my ex-wife and I, a couple of dad’s best friends. my dad’s youngest sister and brother-in-law, our parish priest, and the Hospice nurse checking dad’s vital signs were all present in dad’s bedroom when he breathed his final breath. It was one of the holiest, most sacred moments I’ve ever experienced in my life. It was finally over.
I can think of three other similar sacred moments – the birth of my son, Zachary, on April 21, 1988, the birth of my son, Benjamin, on March 6, 1990, and the birth of my daughter, Caroline on April 23, 1993. I cried like a baby when each of them were born. Tears of absolute joy.
I cried like a baby when my dad died, too. Tears pursed with sadness, relief, and yes, even joy. The joy you feel when someone you love is finally liberated from the body and united with His creator. In the end, “The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.”
Join The Chris Heider Band as we celebrate our debut performance at Clifton Opera House, Saturday, July 13, 2019 from 7:30-9:30. Tickets are $10.00 at the door. They go on sale at the box office a half-hour before showtime. Our goal is a sell out. We want every seat in the house filled.
Help us “Rock, Clifton….sell that place right out!” All for a good cause!
Blessings!
Chris Heider
Chris Heider – Just Passing Through
The Chris Heider Band
info@chrisheidermusic.com
www.chrisheidermusic.com
937-760-0237
“The Older I Get” (Alan Jackson) “The More” (Down Here) “I (Lil Skies) “Realize” (Ours ) “How Sweet It Is” (Marvin Gaye) “Just” (RadioHead) “Living In The Moment.” (Jason Mraz) “Right Here, Right Now!” (Zack Efron and Vanessa Hudgens) “Truly” (Lionel Richie), “Present Tense!” (Gaddy Lee)
“Growing Up,” (Machlemore and Ryan Lewis) “That’s The Way I Always Heard It Should Be.” (Carly Simon and Jacob Brackman) “Still,” (Mellrose) “Looking Back,” (Gary Moore) “I’ve Often Wondered:” (Peppermint Harris) “How Did I Get Here?” (Meg and Dia) “What Was I Thinking?” (Dierks Bentley) “Where Have I Been All My Life?” (George Strait)
“Truth Be Told,” (Tossing Copper) “We All Have A Story.” (Haley Klinkhammer) “The Past is Always Present in The Future” (Substantial) “And” (Eden) “Always Will Be.” (HammerFall) “But,” (K. Zero) “Life is a Journey, Not a Destination.” (Dzoan Yang)
“After” (Jim Brickman ) “60 Years” (The Portugal) “I Have Finally Come to Realize” (Van Morrison) “That” (Tinashe) “I Am Enough” (Nicole Sheehan) “Just As I Am.” (Mahalia) “Codependent”? (Adema ) “Not Any More! ( LeToya Luckett) “No More” (Metro Boomin ) “Looking Out My Back Door.” (Creedence Clearwater Revival )
“If You’re Reading This” (Tim McGraw) “Do Yourself A Favor” (Ariel Pink) “And” (Eden) “Write This Down:” (George Strait)
“Life Happens” (Brandon and Leah ) “Time to Start” (Blue Man Group) “Taking Care of Business” (Bachman Turner Overdrive) “Living for Today.” (Pennywise) “If You Don’t” (Odesza) “The Next Thing You Know You’re Dead.” (Johnny Cash)
“Beginning Today” (Agot Asidro ) “I’m Back…” (Metro Boomin) “Back to Being Me!” (George Strait) “As Far As I’m Concerned” “(Glen Campbell) “Right Here, Right Now” (Zack Efron and Vanessa Hudgens) “Equals” (Set Your Goals) “A Real Good Place To Start!” (George Strait)
I’m Chris Heider and I’m Just Passing Through. Blessings everyone!