I remember I loved wrestling ever since I was a little girl. My brother and I would watch together. I then thought it was all real. I didn't really understand what was expected of a wrestler. I don't really know if the wrestlers themselves really do either. That love of wrestling continues till now for me though. I was happy to find out that Niel also enjoyed watching it. Something we share. Every Monday night we watch Raw. It is the best of the three shows.
There are a lot of wrestlers who always have to win, who just do it for the show and glory. Then there are the wrestlers who stay under the radar, who perform night after night for the fans and because they love that business. They can't think of another job. It gets in their blood young. One of those wrestlers was Chris Benoit.
Chris Benoit and his family were found dead Monday in their Atlanta home. When Niel and I heard late Monday night we were in shock. Chris was so hardworking, helping younger wrestlers, quiet, and did what was expected of him. We thought it had to be carbon monoxide poisoning or a robbery gone bad, that took them. I thought to myself at least he will be with Eddie now.
Then more information started to pour in. And our hearts sank. How could this have happened. He was so young. Just turned forty. He was a father of three. What made him snap. What he did to his youngest and his wife we can never understand. I still haven't fully digested it all. Neither of us have. What made him do it. What happens to these giants, larger then life men and women when they go into that business.
Our condolences go out to his remaining family members.