Christopher Frushon An Eternal Memory
July 25, 2022
Christopher Frushon
An Eternal Memory
07/25/1999- 05/26/2018
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
Christopher, had a few storms during his short life so he knew from experience that another storm was coming on the heels of the one that just passed. If he hadn’t learned to dance; he may have remained dry, but unfulfilled. He was fulfilled.
My son lived his life on his terms. He listened, but did not take advice. He did not conform to social “norms.” But he was not a rebel. He was not rebelling against anything or anyone. He was a free-spirit who lived in the present, and again, on his terms. He was a dreamer. He was a leader. He had followers. He could enter a room and brighten it with his smile, his attitude, or just his presence. He had it all.
I’ve learned over time just how strong he was. I’ve learned from him, his brothers, sister, friends and acquaintances. He made friends so easily and was true to each and every one of them. He supported them, and made them happy. He made me happy.
I stand here today with a broken heart. The loss of a child is something I could have never prepared for. Even during the past years, under insurmountable odds, I refused to prepare myself. I wasn’t ready. I'm still not ready. He had so many dreams and so many plans for the future. He would have made these dreams come true.
Chris, I love you with all my heart; I am profoundly proud of you; you have taught me. I look forward to seeing you again when the time comes. I will continue to be the best mom I can be to your brothers and sister as you expect. I will not let you down. It’s my turn to make you proud.
An Eternal Memory
07/25/1999- 05/26/2018
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
Christopher, had a few storms during his short life so he knew from experience that another storm was coming on the heels of the one that just passed. If he hadn’t learned to dance; he may have remained dry, but unfulfilled. He was fulfilled.
My son lived his life on his terms. He listened, but did not take advice. He did not conform to social “norms.” But he was not a rebel. He was not rebelling against anything or anyone. He was a free-spirit who lived in the present, and again, on his terms. He was a dreamer. He was a leader. He had followers. He could enter a room and brighten it with his smile, his attitude, or just his presence. He had it all.
I’ve learned over time just how strong he was. I’ve learned from him, his brothers, sister, friends and acquaintances. He made friends so easily and was true to each and every one of them. He supported them, and made them happy. He made me happy.
I stand here today with a broken heart. The loss of a child is something I could have never prepared for. Even during the past years, under insurmountable odds, I refused to prepare myself. I wasn’t ready. I'm still not ready. He had so many dreams and so many plans for the future. He would have made these dreams come true.
Chris, I love you with all my heart; I am profoundly proud of you; you have taught me. I look forward to seeing you again when the time comes. I will continue to be the best mom I can be to your brothers and sister as you expect. I will not let you down. It’s my turn to make you proud.