HUGE TRAGEDY. Clint Eastwood is in shock. With heavy hearts, we announce the passing

Christina Sandera, Clint Eastwood’s longtime partner, passed away at 61. They began dating in 2014 after meeting at Clint’s restaurant, Mission Ranch. Clint’s son, Clancy Eastwood, said, “Christina was a lovely, caring woman, and I will miss her very much.” Clint, 94, is grieving privately and will not release further details.

Christina and Clint shared a decade-long relationship, often appearing together at events like the 2015 Oscars and Cannes in 2017. Despite the age difference, they had a strong bond, though Christina maintained a private life and rarely discussed their relationship.

Clint continues to work on his latest film, *Criterion No. 2*, his 40th as a director. Christina’s loss is deeply felt by Clint and those close to her.

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