Samuel McMullen
There just aren’t words but I’ll try as time goes on.
Cousin Chris, Across all platforms of life, you were open-hearted. You physically welcomed me to your home. You let me sit next to you, quietly, as you prompted opera singers in Munich. You taught me Russian on a beach. We baked bread over a fire. We fixed your computer, phone and iPad at and apple…
Christopher is my cousin. He surprised me by traveling overseas to attend my wedding September 2018 which made the day that more special. I felt so loved that he came to celebrate and dance with me and our family. He has always had a positive attitude since I first remember when visiting as a child…
Christopher, like his namesake, seemed to us to have a short life, and yet his torch lit so many fires. He would never quench a smoldering wick, but fan it into a flame to ignite the next one. <strong><i>On the way to the paradise, our road may be short or long. Give joyfully a sacrifice,…
An unexpected winter storm in 2011 brought us unexpected joy as Chris remained snowbound longer than he’d planned! It couldn’t have turned out better for us. Four days Patrice and I will always cherish. Oh, and we appreciated his offer to shovel as well… A man’s value is not measured by his years on earth,…
June 24-Wed early am: I woke up to intense rain this morning. The skies are crying. I have wanted to write here but just couldn’t. It’s impossible to find words to express what our family is experiencing. It’s been nearly a week since we’ve heard the news of your passing. One week has felt like…
My cousin, my friend, my other brother. Thank you for it all: Munich operas, Boston restaurants, Norwegian cabins, Moosilauke hikes, French books, Cape Cod sandcastles, London museums, and countless WhatsApp voice memos. Thank you for being simultaneously here and there, for both listening and teaching, and for laughing the whole damn way. What a privilege…