Christopher William Hampson, a man of silent strength, passed away on Thursday, January 6, 2022.

Chris was born on December 1, 1966, in Omaha Nebraska. As the firstborn of the family, he quickly captured his young parent’s hearts. At the age of two, the Hampson’s moved to the small rural town of Chadron, Nebraska where Chris would enjoy most of his elementary aged years, but Kansas City was on the horizon. In 1977 the Hampson clan, now a family of 6, moved to Blue Springs, Missouri. Chris would go on to receive his high school diploma from Blue Springs High School  and his bachelor’s degree from Southwest Missouri State University.

His life on this side of eternity represented so much. It will be impossible to embody all of who he was in just a few short paragraphs, but we will do our best…

Chris served as a Sergeant in the US Army from 1993-1996. He had a deep love for his country. A patriot of patriots. His heart to see our country strong and well for the next generation fueled a few (…well, quite a few) opinions. His regular one-way conversations with the television news anchors and talk show radio hosts were entertaining, and at times challenging, but are now some of the moments that will be deeply missed in both our living rooms and in our cars.

Food. Man, did he love food. He had a lifelong love affair with all food, but especially with hamburgers, nachos (not ballpark nachos, but everything but the kitchen sink, nachos), pancakes, muffins, anything sweet, and believe it or not, fast food. As you can tell, he was quite health conscious.

Fashion. Oh, how he didn’t give a lick about fashion. He wasn’t one to take fashion cues from anyone. His signature look was a ratted T-shirt bearing the American Flag, oversized cargo shorts, also oftentimes ratted, and leather shoes that would have paired much better with a nice polo and dress pants. We are all quite convinced that he never looked in the mirror and if he did, well that wouldn’t surprise us either. Loved him for this.

Chris was a creative. As a skilled craftsman, he had the ability to reimagine, repurpose, and transform any home. Being a craftsman wasn’t only a lifelong trade for him, but it was also a gift that he chose to extend to many, including strangers, friends, family members, and the beautiful people of Haiti. The love of transforming a space was something he and his wife thoroughly enjoyed doing together, but one thing they didn’t enjoy together was the condition of his “craftsman” / work truck. That truck. It housed many things other than hammers and tape measures. Things like half eaten hotdogs, empty Quick Trip cups, sand & dirt, receipts, endless amounts of paper,  and who knows what else disheveled across the dash of the truck. This undoubtedly impaired his vision while driving.

This man was a family man. A man who put God and his family above and before anything else and yet, still made time for the marginalized. He had a heart of gold. He was a quiet man, but a man of strength and a man of depth. When he spoke, he spoke life. He was an encourager. A source of comfort. A source of support. So steadfast. He covered the people closest to him with unreserved love. With joy. With peace. With safety and protection. He bore the image of Jesus so well. His love for his family was both felt and experienced deeply. Chris’ legacy will be continued by his wife Devon, his beautiful children Ashley, Christopher, Chandler, and Jadyn, the apples of his eye (aka his grandbabies) Karmyn and Hazley, his parents Denny and Charline, and his siblings Matt, Julie, Andy, and Pat.

There are so many things about this man that we could continue to share, but again, a few short paragraphs couldn't possibly embody all of who he was. With that said, it would be a remiss if we didn’t share just a few more things….

….like his love for the birds in his backyard. His undeterred motivation to outsmart the squirrels (in the same backyard). The love for his beloved pup, Maggie Girl, who he affectionately called Mrs. Magglesworth. His love for a good movie, but his inability to stay awake for one. His inability to see color correctly. Perhaps his colorblindness played a role in his fashion sense....hmmm, probably not. His deep love for the ocean, the mountains, for history, for his country, for Haiti, for God. And again, his love for his family, for his children, and for his beautiful grandbabies. 

There are a few people who get to experience a life with someone like Chris. We will be forever grateful that we were able to experience his beauty. He will be deeply missed, but we will choose to celebrate him and all that he was to us and to so many other people.

Enjoy heaven, Chris.

We will miss EVERYTHING about you.

Until we meet again.

We love you.

Send to someone

Share this obituary with others

https://everloved.com/life-of/chris-hampson/obituary/

Copy