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I met and talked to Chris for the first time in the 2001 track season. I could see his determination and tell that throwing that disc as far as he could meant everything to him. He wanted to be the best and practiced with that attitude. I am sorry that I never got to talk to him more. He lit up everyone and always had something goofy to say to mess up Meghan or I when we would go into the discus pad. It was his sense of humor and his attitude towards life that I will always remember. Although he left us way too soon, I am blessed that I got to talk with him a little during the season. We were there to push each other and pep each other up before we threw. Chris is in a much better place and he is watching over us,
God Bless Chris!
Anonymous
Reading everyone's memories sums up what Chris was like pretty well.
Witty and funny, kind, generous, loyal and a wonderful person. I really can't remember a bad time with Chris. We used to tease eachother relentlessly but that just makes it even more fun to see him and everyone around would laugh with us and our stupid comments.

We had english together in ninth grade and that is probably whenn we
really became good friends- more then a casual hi in the hallway. Working together was in there too-- always a good good time! but in english we had to watch the movie "West Side Story" (musical-- really, really stupid) but anyways Chris and I sat next to eachother (Micah too!) and Chris would sing along to the songs (still aren't sure how he knew the words....) and he thought only micah and i could hear and we were getting a kick out of making fun of the songs and characters. but then the teacher stood up and told Chris to "sing to himself or sing in the hall" We never realized that the entire class could hear his squeaky, badly pitched voice that he was joking around to me with.

Then I remember when my braces broke and he tried to use a pliers to
fix them for me-- he said it was no big deal, just bending a wire back. As I started to cry from the pain he finally realized that idea wasn’t so smooth. But we ended up laughing even though my mouth was bleeding! lol.

I look at pictures of him with all his friends I don’t feel so hysterical anymore. I think I finally realized that it doesn’t pay to cry over the lost time. Looking at the memories I see that all of them include laughter. Chris was always so happy and cheerful so that is why he left so many memories that make us smile, not cry. I miss him but it helps to know that memories are things that will never fade, as long as I keep them alive in my heart.

"It is better to burn out then to fade away" - Bob Marley

Tia Oakman [email protected]

On our eighth grade class trip to Camp Shamineau, Chris was in my activity group, and on one particular afternoon we were canoeing. That was the first time i had ever been in a boat of any kind, and i was needless to say inexperienced, and the two other girls that i was in a canoe with weren't any more suave in a boat than i was. Before the three of us knew it, we were far, far away from the beach and moving farther from it. Tried as we might, we couldn't do anything to save ourselves, and we were petrified of tipping over, so we did the most logical thing on our minds ~ scream for someone on the beach to come help us. Not too long after that, we saw our heroes ~ Chris and Scott. Chris kind of took over the situation, and decided that what we should do was to have him trade places with the girl in the middle ~ in a very careful fashion, they switched boats in the middle of the lake. He rowed me and my friend all the way back to shore, which was a long way, making the most delightful conversation all the way back. I was totally impressed with what a sweet guy he was, and his sense of humor ~ "We're gonna charge for this you know, 10 bucks each" :-). By the time we got back to shore a good 20 min. later, he was writhing his arms, I could tell all that rowing by his self was taking it's toll, but he never complained. That was the first time i ever really spoke to Chris, and saw what a helpful and genuine person he was. I didn't have all too many thorough conversations with him after that, maybe one or two, but all of them will remain in my mind.
Chris, hun, I'll see you when i get to heaven... luv ya ~Kienan
In math class, Chris was leaning back in his desk, and I kept telling him that he was going to fall backwards. Well, Brian and Micah were also at the group of four desks, so like he was going to listen to a girl! Well sure enough, Chris fell backwards, he stuff flew everywhere, and I don't think I've ever seen him so embarrassed! All of us couldn't stop laughing for at least 10 minutes, and Mrs. Kurtz almost kicked us out of the room for the disturbance! Definitely one of the more interesting days in math class.

Jackie

Out of all the memories, this one just stands out:
One day I had late softball practice from 5 to 7 and Chris must have just finished track. On my way to the high school, I saw him walking home from Bayview. I drove past him for a while and it wasn't until one turn away from the high school when I did a u-turn, drove back to where he was and asked if he wanted a ride. Just then it started to rain hard, he just made it out of the rain and was pretty grateful. We didn't say that much, there wasn't much to talk about I guess besides the usual, " So... how's it goin?" and in reply, "Goooood and you?". I dropped him off and he thanked me and said, "see ya later". I went to practice in a better mood. I don't know what made me turn around at that point, besides that he was my friend and always will be.
Anonymous

If you have come across this web site, and had a chance to read about Chris, You will discover that a very special, loved young man has passed away leaving his family and friends devastated.

Who am I? I'm not his mother but someone very close to his family. I first met Chris when he was around 2, walking around and around a table going gunk, gunk, gunk, looking at us like he was telling us off. (This is when I first met Missy and her family.)

Missy was a very loving and doting mother. I remember her love and concern for Chris when he was sick. She kept taking him to the doctor's wanting them to find out what was wrong with her baby. At one point they thought it was an allergy's causing his illness, only to find out later it was asthma.

Missy was always with her children, taking them everywhere she went, she never left their sides. John and Chris were her life, and she was theirs. I found myself admiring what a wonderful mother she was/is to her children.

Missy and I became closer friends when Chris was 3 going on 4. Chris was such a cute child; he was true toe head with glowing eyebrows (his hair was so blonde that it was white). Chris had ruby red rose bud lips, he was such a cutie!

Chris was a true boy, and loved creatures and adventure. Chris would catch toads to play with them, keeping them in a bucket outside his home. Missy would tell him the he could not keep them too long because their mommy's would miss them and he needed to let them go. One time my two-year-old daughter wanted to hold one of Chris's frogs, but Chris did not want to let her. Missy had asked Chris to please let my daughter hold his toad, to which he reluctantly did so. My daughter was so excited that she held on to the toad a little too tight, smashing the toad, killing it. Chris never, ever let her for get it.

Chris was a collector of Pound Puppies and Ninja Turtles. As Chris grew older he became interested in Nintendo 64, Dream Cast, (and of course girls)

Missy and I lived next to each other for several years, her home was my home and mine was hers. Her sons were the sons I never had, and my daughters where the daughters she never had.

I watched Chris grow from this little baby to a very fine looking young man. Chris never let his asthma get him down. He was in several different sports, always shinning in everything he did. Chris was very intelligent, and athletic we always thought he would go far in life.

The one thing I miss most about Chris is his smile (his mother called it the joker smile). I also will miss the way he and I would give each other crap. He was always a good sport about it and found several ways to get me back. He gave me a couple of nicknames, and to this day I will never know why he called me Flo??

What hurts as bad as his death is watching his Mother and Brothers hurting. Missy and her children (John, Chris, and Ben) were a very close family and she did everything and more for her children. They were her life and they came first. She always made sure that they had what they needed, plus some.

Chris and John were very close to each and they were buds growing up. John would always take care of baby brother; he was Chris's protector. When Ben was born Chris became the big brother to Ben, (Missy 3rd and last-born child). Chris loved Ben so much and was a big part of his life. Chris took on the father role for Ben, taking care of him when his mother worked nights. Missy and Ben attended all of Chris's games, and as Chris would play, Ben would stand at the sideline admiring his big brother. Ben was so into Chris's games that he wanted to get involved, but because of his age and size was not able to play. (He was their little mascot.)

Chris's death has left behind a huge hole in our hearts that will never heal. He was a good friend, brother, and son. He will be remembered by many, and loved by all that knew him.

Love always Jodie (Flo, Dodo)

I guess I just want you to know how much I think of you, Ben, john, and especially Chris, I still remember the first time I met/saw him, he corrected my math paper and I would have gotten soooo many wrong but he kinda cheated for me, it was really nice and I know that could kinda sound bad but it wasn't a big deal because after all, it was only 8th grade! but my point is...he was a great guy/friend and always will be. I don't know why but I think I want to keep mine anonymous. You did a really good job with the website.
There is so many memories of Chris. I went to School with him since he moved here. Chris was one of a kind. Chris always had a way of cheering anybody up. You could feel so bad, and then u see him smile and before you would know it, you would be smiling with him too!! He always knew what to say and how to act. I miss Chris so much!! But I know he's looking over us!! Miss you lots!!!
~~~anonymous.
Chris had a very unique way of saying goodbye to me, he would moon me from his Living Room. window. (this was at his old house on 2nd street). When Chris moved into their new home he had a very hard time getting his A_ _ (butt) in the window. I could have sworn, one time he fell trying to get his A _ _ in the window, but of course Chris would never admit it.
Anonymous
Oh God, where do I start! The only appropriate way to introduce my memory is LOVE. I loved Chris very much. I loved Chris as a friend, a former girlfriend, and most importantly, as part of myself.

Chris and I had socially known each other for eleven years. That's so long! We were so close, that I swore to myself and Chris that if I ever lost him, I would never be able to replace him, and that it would be the hardest thing I would ever have to deal with. Well, I wasn't lying, because I can't replace the eight o'clock till one in the morning phone calls, the hugs, the promises that I would be all right, the reassurance that I was worth something to him, and to not worry about what other people thought of me. I needed those things that he gave to me, and I don't think I'll ever find that again from any other person. Not only was he my first kiss, he was also my first real friend.

When I was grounded for having a party, he would call me every night and keep me company as I was not only grieving my loss of freedom, but the loss of a friend that had killed himself the night of my party. I'm pretty sure that I'm alive right now because of those calls. I was so depressed, and Chris made me feel like it wasn't the end of the world, even though I was sure it was. No one else could have done that for me, because I he had this thing about him that attracted my full attention on him, and I totally respected every word he had to say. He MADE me want to live.

I remember one day he said something to me that touched my heart so deeply. He stated that he loved me beyond heaven. He closer to heaven now, so I wonder if he still remembers this, because when I remember this, I think of him up there and those words coming from his mouth. I love him beyond heaven, and him not being here will never change that. He's still alive in my memory, and permanent in my heart. I thank God every day that I had the privilege to be with Chris. Thank god I found Chris. I was so lost without him.
~~Kenzie~~

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