Chris Wayne Korpi
I think I speak for all of us that we are just as shaken and a loss for words about his sudden passing that we are still trying to figure out internally on how to cope while at the same time ensure that respect is paid to the person he was.
One of his passions that he would speak about was geology. Its one of the main sciences that practically helps us understand the world in which we live in; Where to dig to find water, how structures are built on land for safety and security, even how valuable minerals such as gold and oil are formed. However, when talking with him, he always pointed out what was hidden as well as the history in what we saw everyday. He could look at hillsides, flatlands, mountain ranges, or even chunks of rock and marble and begin to weave a story, pointing out clues to the complex past of the planet in which we lived in. Geologists are much like their subject matter; plainspoken, no nonsense, and filled with a tinge of romanticism. I think we could agree that was Chris. He would be straight forward but you always felt the passion about what he was talking about in his voice. You could even see it in his eyes and how they sparkled.
Chris was an advocate of the First Nations People, a population that consists over 564 tribes with close to 1.9 million people. There are several various traditions that these tribes used to celebrate the birth/death of one of their people. However, a common theme among the traditions is how they make use of the cycles of nature and seasons. I strongly believe that Chris’ love of geology and how tribes used the earth/nature in their traditions coincided with one another and made his love for both items even stronger.
Many believe that the dead pass on to a spirit world where they become forces to influences aspects of our lives. I see this carrying over into our business as well. His lessons to us whether it is walking through the Hard Rock Tulsa, operated by the Cherokee Nation, and explaining Class II and Class III or driving through the plains of Oklahoma and giving you back ground of how the earth’s plates are creating future mountains are just a few lessons I will remember. I do also believe his spirit will live on. Chris was a rare gem among the pebbles and rocks we encounter and I will use that time with him these past six months to guide and influence my life, both personally and professionally. He was always good for a joke-even with him as the brunt of it, knew his limitations, but focused on his strengths. Chris and I spoke almost every day with his new transition to his role of development, not sales. He enjoyed what he did best, plant and harvest relationships within the First Nation’s People. We spoke on Friday and I will remember him saying “Looking forward to seeing you on Monday, buddy. Take Care”. We were to see each other and game plan for Tribal Net.
I am sure that Chris is in the spirit world with a cell phone that never needs to be recharged, a computer that responds to his voice and so easy a five year old knows how to use it and shaking hands with those he hasn’t seen in a while with that smile we all know and recognize. His spirit will forever be remembered, just as the fall slumbers us into winter and then springs eternal into summer. Chris had a way to connect with each and every one of us. It is through those small moments that I found out a lot about him. Give him enough time, he would reel you in.
And to Chris, I look forward to seeing you soon Buddy. You are missed my friend.
Oh, Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life
to all the world, hear me.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be superior to my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes,
so when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit will come to you without shame.
- Chief Yellow Lark, Lakota, 1887 -
Your buddy
Jeffrey Hoss