Kristen Carol Fundo
February 12, 1990 - March 1, 2025
Kristen was my Atlas—my strength when I faltered, my foundation when the world around us shifted. She held me up when I felt weak, and stood proudly beside me when I felt strong. She was never just my wife. She was my rock, my guide, my Queen. No one has ever loved me more passionately, fiercely, or completely than Kristen. Her love burned with a steady fire—one that never faded, even through distance, hardship, or time. Her devotion was unshakable. She loved me not just with words, but with every glance, every sacrifice, and every quiet moment of support. She saw every part of me—my flaws, my strengths, the pieces I tried to hide—and embraced them all without hesitation. Her love was a sanctuary. In her eyes, I was seen, known, and still deeply cherished. She made me feel like the most important man in the world—like there was no dream too far, no burden too heavy, and no challenge too great, as long as we faced it together. If love is measured by how it makes you feel—safe, valued, and truly understood—then Kristen loved me beyond all measure.
