I love you Chris. I love all the time that we spent together. All the laughs and adventures. Your inventions and theories. You are a comedian. You would make me laugh all the time with your incredible impressions of me and everything and everyone else. I love your perspective on life. I love the music you made, and we made. Just everything, I even love the jokes that you played on me that got me so irritated sometimes while you laughed it off then eventually I would start laughing to. Your the best Chris.  Thank you for teaching me about life. Thank you for caring about me and being so considerate. Thank you for showing me that there’s people like you. I really was hoping to see you again and connect on earth but now I know I’ll have to be patient. I know you are alive and well just in another place, a very loving, fun place. I’ll just be patient until I get there and I’m sending you so much love my amigo, my buddy, my best friend. I still have so much I want to say in this, Still trying to find the words to express. You are the best friend I could ever ask for. I don’t know why we didn’t talk for years, but thank you Chris. I know I will see you again and we will have many more memories together in the spiritual world. The jokes you played on our PE teacher hahaha I’m so glad I had PE with you. I can still remember the look on his face hahahaha deep down I know he was laughing :) 

I am so grateful to have shared time growing up with Chris...it’s hard when years have passed without seeing someone and you realize you won’t see them again here on earth....He was such an amazing person....I’m looking forward to seeing him someday again.

One of my favorite memories from Mt. Woodson years was him helping me with my book reports....Once I did the report he would “help” (totally draw) the covers for me....sometimes even make them 3D. I would always pick Goosebumps books so he would have something cool to draw...sometimes he would pick a book cover he liked and I would just have to read the book, haha...

I love reading everyone else’s stories....coming from a small town like we did it’s hard when you lose someone like him...he was truly a light of joy to other people

I woke up early this morning trying to pin point a memory I would like to share but I can’t. It’s a series of small events that mean so much. He was my first friend in Ramona. First Day of 4th grade in a new school, we sat together at recess and talked, he made that day positive and a new school not so scary. Or how he made Mrs Powell cry with laughter at his stand up routine about “cereal killers” at talent show in the 6th grade. In high school we would talk on the phone late into the night about punk bands and how 40oz to Freedom was the better Sublime album. And I’ll never forget how he wouldn’t let me forget I dumped him after dating a whole half day in 5th grade haha. I ran into him a few year back, it was easy small talk like nothing had changed. He gave me a hug goodbye. I always thought our paths would cross again, it crushes me to know they never will again. I will never forget his constant kindness