Chris and I grew up together. At an early age Chris and I ordered ninja suits from a martial art magazine and would load up on fireworks (bottle rockets) and light up the streets of hawthorn avenue in the middle of the night! We had so much fun, it was always an adventure!

As a teenager our adventures continued, we walked the same hallways at school, though sometimes not making it to class. Any day hanging out with chris was a great day. One of my greatest memories with chris was a camping trip in tents to Jamaica. On the second day we rented a dirt bike and headed out to the mountains with no direction. We swam in fresh mountain  spring waters and discovered many farmers fields. We were having such a great time until Chris looked at me and said he lost the keys! It was getting dark and we had no idea how to get back. We ended up paying a group of Jamaicans that were looking at us funny to hot wire our bike and guide us back to the hwy. We were pretty lucky and got back safely before dark. 

As we got older and chris moved out west, we always keep in contact. I would go out to whisker several times where we enjoyed the best of snowboarding, snowmobiling as high as 5000 feet and got to meet so many of chris friends out there, he knew everyone !! He always made me feel welcome and at home.

My deepest sympathies to Chris’s family, he will always be missed, but I will always remember him.   

To Mary, Patrick and family: why do these horrid things happen? He will forever be alive in my mind. My earliest memory of Chris is of cradling him in the church at his christening. I was his godmother and it turns out Mary is my daughter’s godmother.  May the healing for you be surrounded by caring and loving friends and family.