One of my strongest memories of Chris was when I was about 6 or 7, and my brother would have been about 3 or 4. Chris would have been 14 or so. We were visiting Auntie Dot and Uncle Harry one afternoon up in Birtley. All the kids were out back on the patch of grass behind the houses while the mums and dads were doing the stuff that always seemed really boring to you when you were a kid, like drinking tea and chatting. I remember Chris had set up a jump made of some planks and bricks and was lining up the little kids - including me and my brother - behind the jump to jump over them on his BMX :-) I still remember lying there as Auntie Dot came screaming out of the back of the house like a Banshee yelling "No, Christopher, No!".

I see the adult Chris' enthusiasm and confidence in that young kid lining us up to be jumped over, without a care in the world. And I wasn't scared one bit ... I know he would have made it :-)

I ha dthe great pleasure to admit Chris to the university and enjoyed my on going contact with him. I also has links with his extended family which I valued! Chris will missed dearly by all who knew or met him!

I met Chris last year during the KGV service learning trip in Thailand. Managing these programs for students, I've met and worked with hundreds of teachers from international schools around the world. Chris stands out and left a lasting impression on me in our week spent together.

He immediately became passionate about a home that we were building for a local family in a rural village. He wanted the job done right and rather than rotate around to other activities he spent nearly the entire week at that one project, supporting students to lay brick and pour the foundation. We reached a point where the students couldn't build the walls any higher, meaning local engineers would need to step in to complete the job. Chris wouldn't have it. He found his way to a hardware store with one of our staff and constructed scaffolding for students to continue working. He was so proud of the kids and the progress they made on the home that week. His heart for service and drive to simply make things happen will remain unparalleled in my eyes.

Chris's life was so much more than I can understand from our short time spent together, but the impact he had on myself (and I believe many others that week) was massive. I get the impression that this was just his nature. For those who were closest to him, I am deeply sorry for this loss. His positivity, kindness, work ethic, warmth, and empathy will live on in each of his students, colleagues, friends, and acquaintances like myself.

I won't forget you Chris.

-Jake

It is so touching to read about the impact Chris had on so many people through this forum.  He was such a big man with a big personality and so much energy.   This was always used to serve others in the most sensitive and thoughtful way.    At KGV he quickly sensed when someone needed a hug, a word, a smile, a joke and always obliged, whether it was the Principal or a vulnerable Y7 student.  I remember him in the middle of the night keeping spirits high at pedalkart, on HKAYP expeditions nurturing the struggling to the end, and in his classroom supporting, encouraging, guiding, enjoying his students.   The hole he has left is immense and that reflects the extraordinary impact he had on everyone he met and worked with.  His legacy lives on through us all.

I know I have already contributed to this, but I have something else to share. 

I still cannot believe what happened last week- My former legendary LSC teacher Mr. Hattam had to be gone faster than I ever anticipated! 

Back in Year 9, I was looking for my printed version of my written Christmas poem 'It's Now December'. I had it with me during the LSC Christmas Party but then once it was finished and then headed back to the LSC, I could not find it and thought I lost it. I was worried as I needed it to share it with the LSC team and as a record. But, Mr. Hattam saw me worried then called my name. He said that he found the printed copy of the poem and it was found on the floor in the GLT. I was SO lucky that I did not lose it. 

Sending my condolences to the KGV community, his friends and family. Rest in peace, Mr. Hattam.

Thinking of Chris just makes me smile! We first met the Hattam family when our son Gus started playing Rugby at HKFC and how fortunate we were to have Chris helping the boys stay focused, run in the right direction and learn to catch and pass the ball - all in the blazing Hong Kong heat!
His beautiful smile and infectious laugh and not to forget the absolute best hugs around. Chris certainly knew how to have a good time but was the first to be up out of his seat to lend you a hand.
We feel so fortunate to have so many special memories with Chris and I can see how much his life touched so many people wherever he went.
Chris you are a one of a kind and I feel so lucky to call you a friend. 
Huge hugs to Helen, Florrie, Harry and Stanley
All our love 
George, Matt, Lily, Gus, Mabel and Otto Lyons xx

Although I never had the pleasure of being taught by Mr. Hattam, he was always patient and kind whenever I met him. May he rest in peace and remain happy in the afterlife. Mr. Hattam, you will be missed greatly. 

Mr.Hattam was not only a wonderful DT teacher but a astonishing man and is always takes care of his two sons,wife and his dog. He would usually cook lunch for them before going to period 5 and eats his lunch later. He is a wonderful person so Mr.Hattam if your reading this Rest In Peace ☮️. I really miss you and I know you will go to all of the people you have taught homes as a butterfly to visit us and give us good wishes and so will I. I will pray and pray for you no matter what and I just wish you were here to say goodbye because I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Stay strong up in heaven and be safe. We will remember you from the bottom of our hearts ♥️. 

Mr hattam

You have taught me alot these past 2 years, I wish you find joy in your heart forever. 

One Christmas Eve my dog Lola suddenly collapsed while I was walking her. Stanley late in the evening was quiet and deserted. Chris came out from his home and stopped to help me carry Lola home. He probably saved her life. It was quite a distance for him to pick up and carry her but he did it cheerfully and willingly. I am beyond sad that he will no longer be hanging around our ‘hood. We will miss him.