Chris was a very special person. He had the ability to see the good in all things. He found joys in life that often go overlooked, and they nurtured a sweet and loving disposition which made knowing this child such a pleasure.
Chris was an artist, reflecting the humor of humanity in both his drawings and in his roles in school plays and television productions. He was a natural comedian; humor was a part of his joyous interpretation of life. Deaf from birth, he communicated in sign and with his own inner light.
Friends at his boarding school recall how he could make them laugh and how he shared his cherished "stash" of candy with all the kids on the bus. He loved cars and Kiss and absurd humor. Life was good.
He also loved his family, and spent his last day at home playing with his little sister. There was no warning that this bright young life was soon to end.
When he failed to get up to watch his favorite Saturday cartoons, his mother went to check on him and found that he had quietly passed on. Eventually it was determined that he was a victim of an aneurysm.
At his funeral, his young friends wept openly; their hands were silent. They could not hear the sounds of their own grief.
Chris was so precious.
Chris's grave is in the Thompson plot to the left of Rose Lee Thompson.
Chris was an artist, reflecting the humor of humanity in both his drawings and in his roles in school plays and television productions. He was a natural comedian; humor was a part of his joyous interpretation of life. Deaf from birth, he communicated in sign and with his own inner light.
Friends at his boarding school recall how he could make them laugh and how he shared his cherished "stash" of candy with all the kids on the bus. He loved cars and Kiss and absurd humor. Life was good.
He also loved his family, and spent his last day at home playing with his little sister. There was no warning that this bright young life was soon to end.
When he failed to get up to watch his favorite Saturday cartoons, his mother went to check on him and found that he had quietly passed on. Eventually it was determined that he was a victim of an aneurysm.
At his funeral, his young friends wept openly; their hands were silent. They could not hear the sounds of their own grief.
Chris was so precious.
Chris's grave is in the Thompson plot to the left of Rose Lee Thompson.
Chris was a very special person. He had the ability to see the good in all things. He found joys in life that often go overlooked, and they nurtured a sweet and loving disposition which made knowing this child such a pleasure.
Chris was an artist, reflecting the humor of humanity in both his drawings and in his roles in school plays and television productions. He was a natural comedian; humor was a part of his joyous interpretation of life. Deaf from birth, he communicated in sign and with his own inner light.
Friends at his boarding school recall how he could make them laugh and how he shared his cherished "stash" of candy with all the kids on the bus. He loved cars and Kiss and absurd humor. Life was good.
He also loved his family, and spent his last day at home playing with his little sister. There was no warning that this bright young life was soon to end.
When he failed to get up to watch his favorite Saturday cartoons, his mother went to check on him and found that he had quietly passed on. Eventually it was determined that he was a victim of an aneurysm.
At his funeral, his young friends wept openly; their hands were silent. They could not hear the sounds of their own grief.
Chris was so precious.
Chris's grave is in the Thompson plot to the left of Rose Lee Thompson.
Chris was an artist, reflecting the humor of humanity in both his drawings and in his roles in school plays and television productions. He was a natural comedian; humor was a part of his joyous interpretation of life. Deaf from birth, he communicated in sign and with his own inner light.
Friends at his boarding school recall how he could make them laugh and how he shared his cherished "stash" of candy with all the kids on the bus. He loved cars and Kiss and absurd humor. Life was good.
He also loved his family, and spent his last day at home playing with his little sister. There was no warning that this bright young life was soon to end.
When he failed to get up to watch his favorite Saturday cartoons, his mother went to check on him and found that he had quietly passed on. Eventually it was determined that he was a victim of an aneurysm.
At his funeral, his young friends wept openly; their hands were silent. They could not hear the sounds of their own grief.
Chris was so precious.
Chris's grave is in the Thompson plot to the left of Rose Lee Thompson.
