Meeting my nephew over the phone a short while before he passed was very special to me. He was sincere, artistic, curious and good spirited. I’m sad we never got a face to face. I hope one day to meet the woman he loved and their beautiful kiddos. 

Life is filled with very hard things to deal with. My prayer is that life will be kind to those who were closest to him and loved him. 

His light was bright. May that light travel through generations as a beautiful legacy.  ❤️

• Chris always said funny shit to cheer you up while getting tattooed. we both liked the ghostbusters 2 original movie he would mimic the goofy lines we all laughed a sense of humor is what i always remember about chris.

Danielle,

Stuff Made of Metal being one of the interests which Chris and I shared, I told him that if he’d save up some used needle bars, I would make a chain mail item - probably bowl-shaped - for him.

Chris informed me that he had a (colloquially worded) “quantity” of needle bars accumulated for me.  I have a container from Chris with a nice number already, but more would be ideal.

If you come across a bin or something with those lengths of stainless steel wire, I would enjoy yet making him something he would’ve held in his hands, examined, and probably liked.

Should you care to do so, Gabe could likely get those needle bars to me when I visit Fallen Angel.

If you are familiar with the “children’s “ book The Little Prince, you may recall the concepts of being “tamed” and “wheat fields.”

Being tamed was explained as “establishing ties” to selected special others. “Wheat fields” were explained as those sights, sounds, smells, touches, tastes, and other distinguishing characteristics which serve to remind us of those we no longer physically hold in our hands and arms.

For me, the wheat fields which will forever remind me of Chris are his encyclopedic knowledge base, his smile, his enthusiasm, his work with skin and metal, and his extraordinary kindness…

Life goes on, built upon the strength and tenderness of those in our own history. Chris would have something to say about all this… You know what he would say…

All my best thoughts for you and the boys - 

~ Willie

Chris performed three tattoos on my left thigh as part of his early graduation into Nolan’s academy, a lifelong journey of learning which both acknowledged. Though he was nervous, Chris was quite proud to be participating in this rite of his apprenticeship. 

I asked of Chris, and received, a plump busy bee  - what we thought might be a small prehistoric winged worker amongst the dinosaurs. It’s still buzzing, of course. Buzzing like machines… Buzzing like brains full of accumulated knowledge, ideas, dreams…

Chris added a — (I’ll just have a look…) — sakura, a Japanese cherry blossom, next to those inked in previously by Nolan.

Sakura are held in reverence  in Japanese culture due to their impermanence. The flowers blossom, are enjoyed, and soon fall; leaving mere memories… 

From the tale of the cherry blossoms I learned — and I relearn at sorrowful times — to enjoy the beauty of moments, of friendships, of the transient wonder of it all . . .   For times are brief, human beings - no matter the size - are frail, photos don’t capture everything, words are inadequate, and…it is all so exquisitely precious when a bright spark crosses a gap, when grins recognize one another, when a deep soul is in our lives . . . if only for a brief, brilliant bloom . . .

Chris grasped the meaning of his moments. We all hear yet his sentences replete with details of his sons, his travels, his soaring bike jumps, his medical education, his welding jobs, his family, his Danielle, his arms-width dreams…  Chris cherished his many precious cherry blossoms!! 

That sole sakura on my skin will remain a reminder of a lovely soul with whom I was only just now getting to know.

My sympathy…  Catch the moments!!!

My sincere sympathies to Danielle and the boys, to Chris’ family across the country, and to all the friends, fans and clients (those who would have become fans and friends).

I did not know Chris as long as most or all of you, but believe that I was gifted in the past few…too short…months with understanding him on some deep level as if we had been buddies for years.

Chris was indispensable in keeping me calm and on-task as the life of ACME TATTOO Co. wound down… He was the big, gentle, smiling soul in the big physical presentation.

As I noted time and again, Chris would say to someone something like, “Cool! I’m glad you’re here! It’s good to see you!”

I can honestly say that Chris was a person to whom I say today, “Cool!! I’m very glad that you were here!! It was always great to see you and talk to you!! Godspeed my dear friend, and thank you!!!”

Too My Son Love Dad ..The Most Wonderful Moment in my life was when Your Mom and I brought you Home from Catholic Welfare in Las Vegas Nevada in a laundry basket, We kept you in there until we got a cradle from a friend who made it for you .  We had a lot of Medical Issues with you . We had to find a baby formula that you could tolerate so we found Nutramigen And Pedialyte, But it was all Worth it.  You were our Heart and Soul there was nothing that we would not do for you. I Remember that picture we took of you in a Wheel Barrel, it was so hot that day we put cool water in it and you loved it...You also loved ridding in my Truck looking out the window when we were collecting Scrap. In Alaska we we were in a cool Cabin in a church  campground  it had a loft in it and a  old time Stove that we cooked hot dogs and Marshmallows on it..We headed towards the Ice Glaciers Green ice , I chopped out steps on it so we climbed 20 ft up the Glacier wall, It was a Father and son outing that was so special to me.  We also paned for Gold ,we made an Igloo, we slept in it and you were nice and Cozy in your sleeping bag at 20 Degrees Below Zero ...I also took you to my job in Alaska you sat on my lap and Drove the Forklift with me. When  we were cooking on an Electric Stove Chris put his whole hand on top of the burnner he didn't even cry we put his hand in cool water had to rush him to hospital they had a special burn cream that saved his hand.  Commiing Home From Alaska we flew on a C130 to CA. We  Rented a Car to go back to Henderson  NV. When we went back to Alaska we were on a C5A Cargo  Plane the Air Force's Largest Cargo Plane you loved it...I Remember in CA we made Pinewood Derby Cars Chris was in Cub  Scouts then he raced his Car and won 2nd Place. When We moved back to Nevada he did a lot in Junior High and High School he played a musical instrument A Trumpet, Played Football and Soccer he was a very Active Child.  In High School we went 4 Wheeling the 2 of us.  He went to College in Cedar City Utah .  He loved to Jump Motorcycles there, He had a 4 Wheel Truck he and I were in it he was Driving he was a Daredevil in it he Scared me to Death, and Laughed While he wad doing it. There Were  Many Trials in his life that he pulled threw from ...I loved my Son very much ..I will Miss Him I hope you all liked some of my Memories with him . Your Dad Terry S Possehl.