Happy Birthday, Chris.

I'll be spending today playing our favorite games and thinking about you to honor your memories, wherever you are. I bet all our friends are doing the same!

Must be an insane influx in people re - playing The Last of Us and Borderlands 2 right now. Well... uh, we miss you. Bye!

Today is the fourth anniversary of your passing. It still feels weird, doesn't it? The world without you in it. Oh! The Last of Us 2 should almost be coming out. I pre - ordered it and will be playing it for the both of us.

I ... don't think the word 'anniversary' is the right word for days like these. Anniversaries seem like they should be happy days.

I miss you.

Lighting a candle for someone that was and is special. I hope you have found peace and acceptance where ever you are now Chris and can forgive those that couldn't or wouldn't accept the real you here in this world.

Happy birthday, Chris! The world is a little less bright without you... but I'm managing, knowing you're looking out for me from heaven. I'll see you there somewhere in the late future, hopefully.

Well... shit. It's been a year, my friend. Everyone still misses you. I miss you.

Happy birthday, Chris. This year was supposed to be your year! I keep confusing your birth date, but hey... at least I didn't come to congratulate you on the wrong day this time?

Happy Birthday, Chris. ♥

It's been a week and people are already expecting me to be over your passing. I don't think I ever will be. Chris, you deserved so much more than this.

So sad to loose someone from our world that just wanted to be loved and accepted - When will we learn it's what's inside someone's heart and soul that matters - Chris I did not know you but reading what those that loved you as you were have written I wish I did. Rest in peace and know that you were loved and are mssed

I might not have known you, but the stories and notes I see from others make me wish I did. A strong, brave guy who might've felt like the world was against him. May people, parents, learn from you.
I might not be good in making poems, and I might be someone who never really knew you. Yet I will leave something behind, just like you did. You left not only tears, but also a reason for people to raise their voices and talk about things like these. You made people open their eyes, and hopefully your parents will also open theirs.

When people look up hight, to the constellations in the sky,
know that your name will resound in their head, your story they will never forget.
And even on a dreadfull day, the memory of you will make some pain go away.
Though your time might be short, ended by death's knife,
they will look back at smiles and tears when remembering your life.
Because in that horrible dark, the thought of you will light a spark.
May you be the angel that leads people into the light,
may you be free now, your feelings no longer have to hide.


Rest in peace, dear Chris. And may you find another life, one filled with acceptance and love. You are worth it, and you will be dearly missed.

For you, our little brother.

I don't know this wonderful young man, but it is tragic that he is a light gone from our world. May his light continue to live on in the hearts of all he touched. May his friends find peace and comfort, and may he rest in power. He accomplished more than many men have.

Thank you for your time and effort making and running this, Emile.

May your wings guide you further into a better life.

Where ever this brave young man is now, I hope he's happy and finally in a world that sees and accepts him for who he is. He will live on authentically in the memory of his loved ones, until they meet again and can laugh and love like they did in more troubled times.

My mother has written him into her book, Chris will never be forgotten by us. She add this poem (not all grammatically correct, but beautiful either way).

For Chris, the boy that didn't reach eighteen year old.

To all the angels up in de sky:
Can you please tell me why,
the god my parents seem to know
is not able to support and love

don’t send me your answer rigthaway
I will soon be seeing you anyway
I assume you will recognize my soul
Along the way its colours went dark

Please call me by my own name
Not by the one my parents once gave
For I will come to you as my purest me
Not as the one they wanted me to be

To all the angels up in the sky:
Can you tell me if I am right,
Will I be free from sorrow and pain
And can I be the one I am

Don’t send me your answer rigthaway
I will soon be seeing you anyway