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Christiana Hendrix, 1974-2007

Mike’s wife Christiana was killed Friday afternoon while riding her Sportster. Mike was on his own bike and wasn’t injured. Stunned and heartbroken doesn’t begin to cover this. Words always feel so useless and empty when someone you love dies, but I hope Xenia and Martin know their remarkable daughter was very much loved by her extended family, too.

We miss you terribly, C. And you know we’ll take good care of your four-legged friends for you. Requiescat In Pace, my beautiful friend.

Update from Mike: I can’t manage to choke out a whole lot of words right now, which probably comes as a shock to those of you who know my usual form. But I want all of you to know how much your expressions of sympathy and condolence mean to me. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. I’ll be thanking each of you who have been so kind as to e-mail your kind thoughts as soon as possible; as I’m sure you can imagine, things are sort of hectic and crazy right now.

And if I may be so presumptuous, a word of advice, from someone who has now learned the lesson in the toughest school there is: treasure every moment with those you love; don’t waste time bickering over nothing, because there isn’t time for it. Cherish every smallest kiss, because you don’t ever, ever know which one will be the last.

Christiana, baby, you made me a better man than I was, and I’ll always keep doing my best to try to be worthy of you, no matter where you are.



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  1. There are no words, Mike. I am so very, very sorry. Please do not hesitate to contact me if there is anything I can do.

    There is no way I can begin to imagine how you feel.

    I just wanted to let you know that my thoughts and prayers are with you, and my heart goes out to you.

    Leah

  2. Found your site via B5, and my heart felt condolences on the loss of your wife. I can not completely understand what all you are experiencing, though I came close to that same loss a while back.

    I will add you to my prayers. Remember, you have many friends who will do anything for you right now.

  3. One of my regular reads, Mike Hendrix of Cold Fury, recently lost his wife Christiana in a tragic motorcycle accident. Please feel free to drop by and leave a message in the comments.

    There are some burdens others can’t help you shoulder, but the knowledge that they care enough to want to can lend strength to your arms.

  4. Words are never enough, but they are all I have to give.

    You have my deepest sympathies at this most horrible of times.

  5. Mike,

    I don’t even know what to say. Expressions of sorrow aren’t working for me on this. I do know how jacked up you were about meeting and marrying Christiana. I’m glad y’all found each other and that she made you a better man for it. I cannot imagine that loss, however. You’re handling it with alot more class and dignity than I would, and I admire you for it. Time and some close friends and some close family will help take care of you, but if you ever need help pulling yourself up I’ll be right where you need me. That might never happen but I’ll still be there just in case. I appreciate your advice to everyone and I hope I can always remember to heed it. You’ve got a tough row to hoe, but then you’re a tough sumbitch, too. Hang in there, Mike.

    David

  6. jesus mike– wtf?– i’ve been a lurker on ur most excellent site for the last 3+ years and i’ve never registered and never said a word– U said it all, and i don’t mean ur minions, even tho they had their moments, i mean U and U said it all FOR YEARS– u seemed to bring out exactly what needed to be said and so what if u were a frikkin’ gear head?– that shit is just ur da vinci nod to flying and such– when i heard u were married i was very curious as to what could make this guy commit forever and at his age (i’m 53) and what kind of woman would marry a renaissance dude who rode cycles and had grease under his fingernails——-
    then i saw ur lass at that car/moto thing u put up a month or so ago and then saw the shot of u two in life– mike, i don’t believe in organized religion and i sometimes don’t agree with ur takes on god but i gotta tell ‘ya– that woman is with the angels today– that woman was taken to heaven by Cupid’s innocense and i’ll fight any man who chimes in against it– rest in peace Christiana– and i hope u find a way to deal with it brother– i don’t envy u– Regards and Deep Regrets, tomc

  7. I grieve with thee Mike.

    Strength through memory, she will always be with you.

  8. Mike,
    Nothing more can be said that already hasn’t been, but still – My deepest sympathies. Christiana exuded classiness and beauty, inside and out. She was always so kind-spirited when I was able to talk with her, with a wit to match! Your relationship was one that I’ve always quietly admired, and I sincerely appreciate the advice that you’ve left us.
    There are so many people that love you and Christiana – you are never alone. Hang in there, Mike!

    Nikki

  9. I lost my husband of 32 years in December…My prayers and hopes go out to you and all of those grieving.

  10. Mike,
    My deepest condolences to you for your loss.

    Sincerely,
    from Fort Lauderdale, FL.
    Joshua C. Childers

  11. Terribly sorry for your loss, Mike. Words fail.

    I can hope your friends and families will bond together to get through such a terrible ordeal.

  12. wow heaven just got a whole lot cooler, i didn’t know Christiana nearly as well as i would have liked to, but always made it a point to say hello at shows. I met her at a show at the Double door and after a good conversation about a New York band we parted and she started talking to someone elts like you do at show. But the coolest thing was the fact that afterward she grabed some lady that i wasn’t talking to and me by the wrist and me and made us shake hand and introduced me as a cool guy. that was one nicest thing someone has done to me at a show in Charlotte. Mike im sorry for your lost man.

  13. Tennyson
    In Memoriam

    CXXX.

    Thy voice is on the rolling air;
    I hear thee where the waters run;
    Thou standest in the rising sun,
    And in the setting thou art fair.

    What art thou then? I cannot guess;
    But tho’ I seem in star and flower
    To feel thee some diffusive power,
    I do not therefore love thee less:

    My love involves the love before;
    My love is vaster passion now;
    Tho’ mix’d with God and Nature thou,
    I seem to love thee more and more.

    Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
    I have thee still, and I rejoice;
    I prosper, circled with thy voice;
    I shall not lose thee tho’ I die.

  14. Mike, We are so sorry concerning your lose and life change. Friends are forever and we want you to know, that we are here for you, in any manner you may need. You and Christiana will be in or continued prayers…

  15. Mike,
    I am so so sorry. David and I are thinking of you every day. Take care.
    Charity

  16. Mike, I’m a long-time reader, but I’ve never commented before. Please accept my most heartfelt condolences on the loss of your beautiful Christiana–she was just a lovely girl, both inside and out. I am so, so sorry.

  17. Hey, Mike. It’s been forever, and this is a lousy way to wind up commenting again. But — my deepest, sincerest sympathies.

  18. Absolutely stunned. I don’t post here often but I read Cold Fury a lot and this comes as such an unfortunate shock. Words can’t describe it. She’s with God now and my prayers go out to her and her family/extended family and may her memory stay fresh in their minds forever so that she may never be forgotten.

  19. Mike and family.
    There are many of us who know the hurt and the pain that you are going through at this time, but each in our own way….Please know and remember that Death Never Separates Love.
    Robert Cody & Cee GRiffith

  20. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead.
    Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    She was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

    by W. H. Auden

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