I learned of Chris's passing a few weeks after the fact. I am heartbroken and have had a hard time saying my peace but I couldn't let the year pass so here it goes... I pray for all who mourn his loss. 

 I'll never forget the day I met Chris almost 9 years ago. I hopped into the backseat of his Tiburon and he turned around to say 'Hi!' with that incredible smile of his. A little bit later he gave me a hug and it felt like he had caught me from a long fall. I was safe. He has been a huge part of my life from that moment on.  

Chris (Christoble to some) was handsome, funny and generous to a fault.  He was also the smartest person I knew. He had this amazing ability to write and type. His handwriting was perfect and he could type as fast as lightning. There was no first draft he always got it right the first time. He told me he would make extra cash writing papers for other students at the school he attended in Maine. He was also very artistic and loved to draw so I got him mechanical pencils and sketchbooks. He'd light up when he got creative. 

Chris( Christopher Robin to some) was so very handsome. I think this is worth mentioning twice because I don't think Chris thought he was.  He was an OshkoshBegosh model as a little kid. At least this is what he told me. Speaking of kids Chris loved them and they loved him.  He was thrilled when Ashley gave him a nephew. Animals too. He always wanted a Husky and loved any cat around. He always wanted to take care of those who couldn't care for themselves. Animals and people.

 As outgoing as Chris seemed he was actually very shy and didn't like crowds. I managed to get him to come to a show at Meriweather post pavilion. We were given VIP treatment and a front row spot. It was hard getting him to relax in that kind of situation but we had the best time that night. I'll never forget the look on his face. His smile was blazing. 

 I read where someone wrote that Chris liked a good meal waiting for him. I get it. I loved cooking for him. He appreciated it. Chris also like those frozen Stouffers mac & cheese with broccoli meals. And do not get in between Chris and his ice cream smothered in Hershey syrup!!! He told me his dad made a mean salad and I know he loved his mom's cooking. There's something about his aunt also but I forget what it is. I know he looked forward to seeing her at Christmas time.

Even though Chris didn't care much for watching sports on TV he was athletic. I think he especially liked soccer and really enjoyed playing golf with his dad. I will regret not being able to take him snowboarding in Colorado like I always wanted to.

Chris (SWP or Slim White Pimp to probably only him because he was a legend in his mind) was funny as hell. I say that because he would always say things were 'funny as hell'. He could be absolutely ridiculous, so very silly and was a total kidder. If you were sad , he'd want to cheer you up. If you needed anything he would short himself to make sure you got it. It would make me so mad when someone would take advantage of his kindness. 

You would've been lucky to know Chris. He was a wolf. He was a perfectionist, impulsive, creative and so very hard on himself. I will miss his hugs,taking walks and Sunday mornings with him and how he could make me smile and laugh.

My heart goes out to Chris's family. He may not have always shown it but I know he loves you all very much.

I love you Christopher Lane Muir.  I hope you've found peace and your marbles.

Your Friend Always, Shea 

Chris was the most caring sweet guy I knew in High School. He wouldn't have hurt a fly. He was a friend all through high school. He was supportive and talented. I know everyone who was lucky enough to call him a friend will miss him dearly. He was one person I wish I had stayed in better contact with. I remember watching movies at his house and all the high school fun we had. I think we even went trick or treating once. I remember watching him play lacrosse. Chris I hope and know you are the brightest angel in heaven watching over your loved ones. You will be so missed for the teenager we knew and man you became. I wish peace and comfort to your family and loved ones.

My heart goes out to Mr. Muir, Mrs, Muir Asley, Aunt Cathy and the rest of his friends and family. There are no words to express this great loss in our lives.

Chris was the the most kind hearted person that I knew. Everytime he entered a room he brought so much joy and love to my heart. He was a part of this family as well as yours. He was loved unconditionally.

What he brought to my life was a best friend and companion. We had so many plans to build a life a life together. I have never met someone with so much love to give without asking for anything in return. Please know that he had all my love as well.


Chris there was nothing in this worl that I would have done for you, God took you for a reason and that bis what is keeping me partially together is that He needed you more then me. 

I miss making you breadkfast in the moring (coffee, sunny side up eggs with bacon and either toast or bagels). I miss his long talks that we had, you read the news all the time and told me about it. I miss having you herr with me all the time going to my appointments with me and making a day of it. We had so much fun. I know that when you got home from work you loved a hot meal waiting for you. I know that meant alot to you), but the pleaure was all mine,

I know that your not here in with me physically but you will always be in my heart and on my mind. I miss you so much words can not explain it.

Please know that you will never be forgotten. I feel your presence in everything that do. I know there are certain things that you wanted for me to accomplish and I have done the majority of them no matter how hard it is without you by my side but I push through for you.

I know you are watching over all of us and I want to make you proud.

My niece asked about her Uncle Chris the other day and I told her that you were with you grandmother. It broke my heart.

With all my sorrow and grief I want you know that you were a very special and inspiring part of my life.

Will all my love,

Dee Dee      XOXO                     

     Growing up I was very fortunate to have some of the best cousins in the world.  The seven of us were so close I often thought of them as brothers and sisters instead of cousins. So, when during the summer after my freshman year of college my cousin Rosemary asked me to spend a couple of months taking care of her "little guy" - I jumped at the chance to get to know my new cousin Christopher. At the time the Muir family was living in Branford, CT.  

I had done some babysitting before but Chris was the first baby that I had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with.  When I first got to Branford I didn't know anyone in the condo complex, but that soon changed.  As tiny as Chris was, he could engage anyone with his giggles and smile.  We made fast friends with the grounds keeper that would chat us up each morning on our walks.  Chris always had a car in his hand that he would zoom around on his stroller tray. The guy would kneel beside Chris' stroller and imitate Chris' engine sounds. I don't really know why I remember this, but it still made me smile when I remembered it. There was also this little 5 year old girl that always wanted to pick up or hold Chris when we went to the pool, it was exhausting trying to get her to agree it wouldn't he a good idea. We made so many friends that summer. He made taking care of him so "easy"...it might be why I had 4 kids of my own.

During that summer Rosemary and Bob asked me to be Chris' godmother an honor a gladly accepted. As the years went by the time that I would spend with Chris would never again equal the time I got to spend with him in Branford when he was so little. Every time we were together as a family over the years, I remember Chris being charming beyond his years and his smile brightened up each room he entered.

Rosemary, Bob, Ashley, Nestor and Christian,

At this very sad time please know that we care about you so much and we are keeping you close in heart. The beautiful thing is that there is so much love in your family that you'll be able to carry it with you forever.

Growing up, I was always so grateful and proud to have my big brother with me at school. He was just two grades ahead of me, so we were often at the same school. When I started 1st grade at a new school in Irvine, Califronia, I had a tough time adjusting. At recess, I would seek out my brother, who had many friends from the start. He would include me in his group of friends and keep me company. Later, in middle school, he always kept an eye out for me and warned me about certain teachers and bullies. As I began 9th grade, I would proudly tell people, "Christopher Muir is my older brother." He was so well-liked by teachers and classmates, and he was a great athlete. Some of the 11th grade girls were especially nice to me, and I suspected it was only because they had a crush on my brother. It was always comforting to see him in the hallways and know I could call on him for help if I couldn't open my locker or was having a bad day. 

Christopher, thank you for always looking out for me. We shared the ups and downs of childhood and young adulthood together. I hope you always knew how much I loved and appreciated you. I know you'll keep watching over me and your nephew (who is just finally figuring out how to pronunce "Christopher.") We love you and miss you.