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Posted On: September 13th 2026, 09:25 pm

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Sat this one out so got behind the lens instead! Great day on the trails watching you everyone get after it 🚀

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Wicked footage! 👏👏🔥

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Neighbors, get in here for this! A Catholic priest died after a large crucifix fell on top of him while he was leading a mass in Ecuador…and the tragic ordeal was being livestreamed at the time.

According to reports, footage shared widely on social mediashows Father Patricio Alfredo Sánchez Molinari addressing his congregation in Guayaquil on Saturday before the crucifix came tumbling down on top of him…striking him in the head.

The Archdiocese of Guayaquil on Sunday confirmed that Father Sánchez Molinari had died in a post on social media which said: “We announce that our beloved Fr. Patricio Alfredo Sánchez Molinari, CSsR., who served as parish priest of Our Lady of Perpetual Help Church in the Central Vicariate, has departed for the Father’s House to rejoice in His presence and glory.”

Chile…Thoughts?

A day to make memories. The kind you carry with you for years to come. ❤️

I’ve always loved travelling. I genuinely believe it makes us richer. Not in what we own, but in what we experience, discover and learn along the way. And I’m so grateful I get to share that with Finn.

We’ve been to Paris with him before, but he was too little to remember much. I have a feeling this trip, especially because of Disney, will stay with him.

Which makes me wonder, how much do you actually remember from your childhood?

I remember quite a lot, but there are also entire chapters that seem to have disappeared. I was talking about this with one of my oldest childhood friends recently. How some memories are crystal clear, while others are just a big black hole. Perhaps some things are better left there.

But Paris. Oh, Paris.

I was 18 when I first arrived at Gare du Nord. Completely alone. A young girl with a suitcase, stepping into a world she knew very little about.

I remember her so clearly.

What she didn’t know was how much life would ask of her. How many times she’d have to pick herself up, find her courage, start over and learn to believe in herself.

And now, at 51, I get to walk those same streets with my son, feeling a happiness and peace my 18-year-old self couldn’t even imagine.

I’ve grown. I’ve healed. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve lost things, found things and learned that becoming the woman you want to be isn’t always a beautiful, straightforward journey.

Sometimes it’s messy. Sometimes it’s lonely. Sometimes it takes decades.

And that’s something I love about life. You don’t have to have it all figured out at 20, 30 or even 50. You’re allowed to take your time. You’re allowed to become someone you never imagined you could be.

Every time I return to Paris, I think about young Dee. And I wish I could tell her that one day she’d walk these streets again, no longer searching for herself, but finally feeling at home in her own life.

And that she’d be happy.

Bloody grateful. Wow. Just wow. ❤️

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