Chris...A piece of my heart left the day you did. I miss you every day. Di

It seems like yesterday we were riding to work.
 I look at the passenger seat,I still see you sitting there.
 Your sunglasses still sit on the dash where you left them,watching
 over me as I drive.
 When you left this day you took a piece of me with you,take care of
 it for me for one day I'll be there to claim it.

   I'll never stop thinking of you,

     Your brother Mark

I can no longer see you with my eyes or touch you with my hands, but I feel you in my heart forever.

"THE BROKEN CHAIN" We little knew that morning, that God would call your name. In life we loved you dearly; in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you; you did not go alone, for part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left us precious memories; your love is still our guide. And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side. Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same; but as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again! (Author Unknown)

The beam shines down,
The rays so bright,
The stars come forward,
At the dead of night.

I feel you close,
You’re always here,
The glow of the sun,
You’re my star, my dear.

An angel gained,
A distance apart,
Our bond lives on,
A place in my heart.

I feel you close,
You’re always here,
The glow of the sun,
You’re my star, my dear.

A loss like this,
Won’t heal too soon,
You light the sky,
The sun, the stars, the moon.

I feel you close,
You’re always here,
The glow of the sun,
You’re my star, my dear.

A thousand times we needed you
A thousand times we cried
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died
A heart of gold stopped beating
two twinkling eyes closed to rest
God broke our hearts to prove He only took the best
never a day goes by that you’re not in my heart and my soul.

Chris, you are forever loved and missed.

If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane. I'd walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again.

This was in the paper on his birthday.

   Today would have been Chris's 50th birthday,so I feel obligated to
    write this.
  I'd like to again thank everybody for their thoughts and prayers for
  what has truly been the most difficult time in our life.

  As to one of of Chris's last request,out of respect,the immediate
  family had no part of any service.Instead we hold him in our thoughts,
  celebrate his life and try to move forward.

  Chris and I were truly like salt and pepper,there was not one
  without the other.

  I was the salt,he was the pepper (the spicy one) my food will forever
  taste bad without my pepper.

    A truly broken heart is never healed,it is merely mended.

            Happy Birthday

I feel like a part of me is missing. I don't think that I will ever get used to the new "norm". How are we supposed to get past the feeling that there is a big void in our lives? We sit next to a woman who is about our age in church and this last Sunday I learned that she had lost her son also. Although she had lost him many years ago, there were still tears in her eyes when she told me that she, too, had lost a son.

Happy Birthday Christopher. I miss you and think of you every day!

So very sorry. Prayers for all the family and friends.

Diana...sorry to hear about chris...i remember the incidents
With the rattlesnake..we were visiting with JO at the time..i know
You miss him. Time heals a lot of wounds. .love A.J.

One of my favorite memories is that of our nation's bicentennial celebration in 1976. Chris, his brother Mark and I went to Kate Barr Ross Park in Huntsville to spend the day. Chris had turned 12 four months earlier and Mark would soon be 14. We took in the day's events, probably ate hot dogs or corn dogs and watched the fireworks that night. I shall forever remember that day and the time that I spent with them. You will be missed, son, but you will forever be in my heart.

Christopher Dale Guidry

March 12, 1964 - February 25, 2014

Our family has been going through some difficult times. My youngest, Chris, passed away on February 25, this year. It has been a trying time for all of us but we have some beautiful memories of his time with us.

On March 12, 1964 a nurse put a little brown boy next to his mother on a hospital bed. I still see him nestled up to her and that image will always be in my mind.

Like Dr. Dolittle of the children's books and movie, Chris was what I call an animal whisperer. At some level, he seemed to be able to communicate with them. My first memory of that affinity for animals of any kind was that of him having to spend a week in the hospital because, at age 10, he picked up a ground rattler that bit him on a finger. He came close to losing that finger but, eventually, it healed. As a young teen, he had a turtle pen behind the garage. He would have 4 or 5 turtles in that enclosure, feed and water them for a week or so and then release them back into the wild. He loved any kind of animal, from reptiles to foxes. He seemed to be in his element when he was in the woods with his brother Mark.

On January 9 of this year we first learned that he might have cancer. By January 13, we learned that it had already spread from his lungs to his brain, an adrenal gland, his bones and lymph nodes. It was already too late. He was put on hospice and sent home. Earlier, on January 6, he was still at work and it seems like it traveled so fast that, before we knew it, we were on a death watch.

He passed on February 25th. Many of my family said, before it happened, that it was going to happen on that date, that he was waiting until then to die. February 25 was the date that, 23 years earlier, his mother had died. It's uncanny how that happens but it seems to be a real phenomenon that, somehow, a person, knowingly or not, waits until a certain date that is important to them and then passes.

I was privileged to have him in my life for almost 50 years but no child should have to go before a parent. As any parent would, I would have traded places with him in a heartbeat but it was not to be.

And so we have to endure the unendurable.

Written by Chris's best friend and brother, Mark D. Guidry

In loving memory of Christopher Dale Guidry
Son, Brother, Uncle, and Friend

After a short battle with cancer, God needed a tire man; so He took him to His big garage in the Heavens. Chris truly loved what he did, and he put his heart into every tire that he fixed and every person he met. He worked for A-1 Tire for many years. Dee Ray Walker and everyone at A-1 Tire were his family. Chris also spent a lot of time at the City Barn, Precinct Barns, and everywhere else a tire needed to be fixed and all of you had a special place in his heart.

Our family would like to thank everyone for your thoughts and prayers during this time and for making his last casino trip possible. You are all special and in our hearts.

We love you Chrissy boy!
The Guidry Family
Gone but NEVER forgotten.

My dear baby brother. I thank God every day that He saw fit to put me into your life. I know I tried to trade you after you were born for a baby girl, but I was young, and didn't mean it. I'm glad Mom wouldn't let me. I can't imagine what a joyless childhood I would have had without you in my life.

Your Dad misses you. Your brothers and sisters miss you. Your nephews and nieces miss you. Your precious animals miss you. Hug up to Momma and wait on us. We will all meet again in the land of Glory.

Although I did not know Chris, I do know his sister Diana. I am so very sorry for your family's loss. My thoughts & prayers are with you all!

A candle for Chris. His family loved him deeply in this life, and loves him forever after.

Our prayers are with all of you!

We are very sorry for your family's loss. Please know that your family is in our thoughts and prayers at this time. May God bring you peace and comfort during your time of healing.

My prayers to the Guidry family at this difficult time. I did not know Chris as he is quite a few years younger than me so I am unable to contribute any personal stories, however from what I have read I can see he was a very special man.