Chris Dodge
1976 – 2023
He was a dad who showed up. Tenacious, fearless, and brilliant at whatever he put his hands to.
1 person is holding Chris with them.
Their story
He was my favorite person. That is what his daughter Savannah will tell you.
He was tenacious, fearless, and brilliant at whatever he put his hands to. He built his HVAC and plumbing business from the ground up, not because he had to but because that was who he was. He worked hard and it showed, in everything he made and in the life he gave to his kids.
He was a dad who showed up. Motorcycle rides through the Berkshire hills. Horse shows where he learned every course alongside his daughter and stood at the gate, ready. He gave his kids experiences that shaped their bones, and he told them to become exactly who they were meant to be.
For decades he quietly carried what he never had language for. Imposter syndrome, depression, and finally addiction. Not because he was weak. Because the pain was real and the help never came in time. He was 47.
If you found this page carrying something heavy, this is for you too. You have something Chris ran out of: time. Time to find the light again. Time for the conversation, the apology, the first real breath of honesty. You are not too far gone. You are not too late. And you are not alone.
Lights on the porch for Chris Dodge
Letters left in their name.
Candles lit for Chris Dodge
A wall of light in their name.
Memories of Chris Dodge
One sentence at a time.
My dad was my favorite person. He learned every horse show course alongside me, ran every cross country meet to the finish, and told me to become exactly who I was meant to be.
Savannah Dodge
Carried with Chris
1 person is holding Chris every year.
Anniversary reminders set by family and friends. The porch lights up for them on the day each year.
Remembered every August 25
“My dad. Every August 25, I keep walking. The ground is still there beneath my feet.”
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