Years ago, back in the mid-1990's we hired a crew to work our guard-rail crew. It was a new area in our company that we were starting out in.  Most of this crew came from the middle Tennessee area that I've been discussing and is appropriate(a little, because this story has personal meaning to me) for this particular blog.

Chris Pharr worked for my company for many years.  He was just a paycheck that I wrote once a week and mailed to the crew foreman.  After the divorce and the end of the company I moved to the that county. I had different reasons and really none of them made any sense whatsoever.  Everything happens for a reason, I believe that now.  It doesn't always happen for the reasons that we would like. 

He was my best friend. We were there through everything that happened with Will. He and a friend beat Will(ok, that's not nice but they did, several times).  He was there for the birth of Tabbe and Zoe. I was there for the birth of his son and then his second child and he was so looking forward to the birth of his first daughter.  Chris Pharr and I escaped to Alabama together to get away from troubles we were both in.  We tried to help one another through drug abuse, his was worse he cooked meth.  We were there through so much together.

If he had nowhere to go, I was there for him. If something was going wrong in our lives, no matter where either one of us were, how far away, we knew we could call one another just to talk.  We were the very best of friends for many years and he will be greatly missed every day. 

He was stabbed to death over 60 times and then whomever murdered him put his body on the railroad tracks in Rhea County to make it look as if a train killed him.  Chris Pharr was a good person. Yes, he had problems but don't we all. He had a huge heart. He never did anything to hurt anyone ever. He had morals and ethics.  He didn't believe in adultery, he would give anyone his last dollar or shirt off his back.  Whomever did this to him, I hope and pray every day that someone finds them and they go to prison for the horrible murder of my best friend, Chris Pharr.  I also pray that my friend didn't have to suffer.  He didn't deserve that, omg, he never deserved that.  He needs to be here.  I miss you and will always love you Chris Pharr....my best friend.