“Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:”
My secretary and office manager Chris Bissey passed away in the early hours of this morning, age 51, ending her over two years fight against cancer. I have seen many a valiant fight against cancer in my life, including that of my mother who died at 48 on Easter Sunday 1984, but never a braver one than that fought by Chris. Throughout her ordeal her spirit was ever unbroken, she usually cheering up those around her. She was bright and optimistic, just as she had been throughout her life. She worked up until Wednesday of this week, telling the Grim Reaper that she had tasks to attend to and he could just wait until she was ready.
She worked for me for thirty years. I called her my secret weapon. If I needed a hearing scheduled and she was told that it was impossible, she would get it scheduled anyway. Astonished Judges often asked me how I managed to get a hearing set before them on a date when they said no more settings. I replied that it was by black magic, black magic that went by the name of Chris Bissey. She routinely did the impossible for me, imposing order on hundreds of open files, typing up my endless documents at lightning speed, making friends among courthouse staffs and charming all who came into my office and called on the phone. It was a rare week when I did not receive at least one compliment in regard to Chris.
She was much more to me however than a secretary. She was also a good friend. Over the years we looked out for each other and helped each other through our triumphs and our tragedies. Outside of my immediate family, no person was closer to me than Chris.
She had a deep faith in God. We often dealt with death at the firm in our professional capacity, and she and I agreed that when God called us to the next world that was that, and there was no use worrying about it.
Throughout her life anyone who needed help could always turn to Chris. Blunt and outspoken, she had a heart that shined ever with charity and love for those in misfortune.
She leaves behind her husband and her three kids, her whole world. Her office was decorated with photographs of them and with pictures her kids drew when they were in school. Her pride and love for her family was a palpable thing.
When my son Larry died two years ago on May 19, 2013, and my world turned black, Chris aided me and my family make it through that bleakest of weeks.
The world is immeasurably poorer for her loss, and Heaven, I am confident, is much richer for her presence.