To keep Chris' legacy of helping others alive, we ask that you consider making a donation to The Chris Atwood Foundation at www.ChrisAtwoodFoundation.org or P.O. Box 9282, Reston, Virginia 20195.
TheCAF is a registered 501(c)(3) tax-exempt nonprofit dedicating to educating the public about addiciton, supporting famillies with an addicted family member, and battling the stigma that prevents so many people from reaching out for help.
This memorial site is a place to celebrate the incredible and unforgetable life of Chris Atwood. Words alone cannot do his dynamic personality justice so please add photos, videos, verses, poems, and literally anything that you think he would like.
Above all, let the light that he gave to this world live on by remembering him often. Through both his triumphs and his struggles, he left all of us with something to hold on to, something to make us better people, to make us laugh, cry, and most importantly - spread a little bit more love to the people of this world.
Thank you!
Tributes
Leave a tributeChris: hah nice i would like to do something like that helping out students at south lakes would be rewarding!
I miss you and I think about you Chris with a big smile!
"I love and miss you my brother. The world is a lonelier place without you. I will never forget your smile, rest in peace."
(Timothy made the first contribution to CAF)
Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams, For when dreams go, Life is a barren field, Frozen with snow.
- E.T.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
May you rest in peace, free from pain.
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I have a spectacular redbud tree I planted 8 years ago in my yard in memory of you. The one I planted in your honor when you were toddler is massive, just shy of setting records in Virginia. Wish you were here to enjoy them. Also wish you were here giving your great massages and partnering with me in the wellness business. Always in my heart and on my mind.
Dear Mom from UT 4/28/2008
Dear Mom,
What's up. Sorry I haven't been writing much but it's a hassle to find time and send it out on the right day with our busy body schedule. I'll try harder. The past weeks moved by kinda slow but I noticed yesterday is my one month. It's funny how bad I thought one month at caron was when I had all these awesome things like a cafeteria, shower, clean clothes, etc. My clothes are filth and I reek. I shower with a bucket of water once a week. Some guy ben just came from adult program, told us his story and played guitar for us -- the first music I've heard. I really like the last letter you sent especially the pic of dudley and Ginny wearing matching sweaters. Do you think you could send pics of me? I haven't seen my face in a month and I could use a funny pic to brighten my day. Oops I gotta go so write back, love and miss you. - Christopher
"One summer night" by Jenny Zhan
Written by my son's friend, Jenny, February 23, 2014:
"One summer night, I received a call from Chris - he was hanging out somewhere in my neighborhood and was wondering what I was up to. I told him that I was kind of sick and didn't feel like going out, but that he was welcome to come over. An hour later, I opened the door to him holding a bag filled with soups, tea, candy, and bubbles - one of the nicest gestures any one has ever done for me, especially since I had not seen him in a while. Over a midnight feast, we recollected all the good times we had shared, talked about where we were on our journey, the obstacles we had overcome, the visions we had for ourselves. We expressed our appreciation for each other and the friendship that had sustained us through all the years ever since seventh grade when we were in the same Spanish class. The depth of our conversation was, naturally, also laced with many laughs and jokes...I revisit this night many times in my mind, as it is my last memory with him.
I've had a myriad of great times with Chris; anything and everything was an unpredictable adventure with him, from daily walks to the shopping center, parties and outings, gettting food, and visits from him at UVA. Never was there a dull moment. There are countless stories that I could attempt to share through words, but language is so limiting and there is nothing, as I am sure many others would agree, in the world that could do Chris' spirit, energy, and heart any justice. He could make me laugh until every muscle in my body would hurt, until I was begging him to stop being so goddamn funny because I couldn't breathe. But of course, I never actually wanted him to stop. His humor is unparalleled, unmatched, and everlasting, as reminiscing about my time spent with him will forever bring me laughter and joy. My being overflows with gratitude for having become good friends with Chris. The way he effortlessly lit up a room, a face, a life by simply being himself, is truly inspirational."
My Eulogy to my son
Hi – I’m Anne and I’m the mother of an addict, an amazing, incredible addict. If you think people in recovery are lazy, dumb, worthless criminals, then think again. Wake up every day and say to yourself, “ One day at a time. I can survive this intense craving. I will not give in. I will dig myself out of this hole. I will attend a meeting. I will find a friend to support me. How can I avoid the many triggers that will light up my brain to use? When will my brain ever feel “normal” again? Why has my brain turned against me? I’m so tired of fighting this constantly. I just feel like giving up. Nobody really cares anyway.”
Dealing with addiction is like trying to outrun demons. The faster you run away from them the faster they run toward you. If you’ve managed to stay clean, the demons are doing push-ups and waiting, waiting. Christopher was exhausted outrunning the demons every minute of his day. His own body was at war with him. He could be at home anywhere in the world, but not in his own mind. Life is at its hardest when the mind is at war with itself.
How does addiction start and why do drugs grab some so fiercely that they crave it like water on a hot August day? In my adolescent son’s case, it was a mixture of a brain hardwired for drugs and depression, a lack of sufficient dopamine to promote wellness, combined with risk-taking peers, an immature brain and a lack of support during his darkest times. His depression was a tough one to deal with because he needed to take medicine to correct the chemical imbalance in his brain. So it was a constant pull of take drugs to treat clinical depression, but don’t take the drugs that will kill you but take you out of your depression. I don’t think any other disease is quite like that. He found heroin before anti-depressants found him. He thought he’d hit the jackpot, but he was just opening Pandora’s box to years of suffering leading to his death.
How do you deal with your addiction? First and foremost, please forgive yourself. After forgiveness, learn to love yourself, proudly be you. Don’t conform to someone else’s idea of who you should be. Follow your heart’s calling. I used to give Christopher pep talks on how gifted and special he was. His response was, “You’re my mom so you have to say that.” But really, he was. He had more compassion and ability to reach other human beings than anyone else I’ve ever met.
After forgiveness, help others. Christopher was the master of reaching out to anyone, anytime, for any reason. Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “It is one of the beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.” My Boo, as I called Christopher since he was a toddler, had such a desire to reach out to others. At the beginning of his adulthood, he was building a successful massage therapy career with his beautiful, healing hands and his tender heart. Even in the hospital, hooked up to too many useless machines, his hands were perfect.
To further build your strength to fight addiction, you must also accept responsibility – own up to your mistakes – Christopher understood this and sought to reassure us that fighting addiction was his problem and no one else was to blame. That is a great life lesson for all of us – take 100% responsibility.
Seek out and study mindfulness and meditation. These are two powerful tools that can help you to take it “One Day at a Time” and bring clarity to your thoughts. When I was around 13, I put a quote on my dry-erase board that I kept for years as part of my meditation as a teenager. It read, “Don’t pray for an easy life, pray to be a strong person.” I never imagined how that would be put to the test.
When a child is suffering, Mama is suffering too. For over six long years we struggled together with so many visits to doctors and administrators, so many visits from the police, so many times watching the physical pain ravish your brain, deceptions, attacks and rehabs. I have listened to Mary J. Blige over and over as she sings, “I’m so tired. No more drama in my life, I’m not going to hurt again.” My only peace is knowing that you are no longer suffering.
I hang on to the moments when we could feel fully free. Just the two of us riding 4–wheelers in the desert of Southern Utah or driving through the rain forest of Puerto Rico with the top down, singing Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody, bobbing our heads violently. Or the brief freedom we felt, along with Ginny, on our trip to Key West, driving our rented convertible from Miami over the 40+ bridges of the Florida Keys, exhilarated by the healing water and sky all around us.
After your stay in Utah, I arranged to get the pug puppy that I promised you. You, Ginny, Ty and I piled into my Pathfinder on a glorious Saturday to meet a simple, old country man much like your Pappy in the parking lot of a McDonald’s just outside of Front Royal. He opened the back of his little hatchback and there was an adorable litter of pug puppies – heaven! You chose the healthiest and cutest one in the bunch and insisted on naming him “Manly”. I paid for him in cash and we headed for home. As you sat in the passenger seat, riding shotgun next to me and snuggling your new puppy, you remarked, “That was sketchy!”
My last visit with you was just a few weeks before your death at a group family therapy session. As I was getting ready to leave, I hugged you and you gave me one of your best big bear hugs. I said, “I love you” and you said, “I love you too.” We both knew the pain you were feeling. Life felt so incredibly fragile.
For now, the greatest comfort for me is just to be, no words needed. The American poet, Philip Levine, expressed the idea of silence in one of his poems, “He Would Never Use One Word Where None Would Do”.
At the end of it, he writes:
Fact is, silence is the perfect water:
unlike rain it falls from no clouds
to wash our minds, to ease our tired eyes,
to give heart to the thin blades of grass
fighting through the concrete for even air
dirtied by our endless stream of words.
My last thought comes from my dear friend Onalie Arts, a massage therapist in Massachusetts who practiced at one time in Great Falls, Virginia. She shared this with me in a letter:
“Today may there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us."
I think this is what Christopher, my precious son, would have wanted for this world.