I planted a willow tree near a small brook to remember Chris by.
Chris, I met you first in spring 2001 at the fundraising, playing „ein eingebildeter Kranker“ with Moira. Having fun together, drawing anatomic hearts on Papierservietten… I could stay at Chris‘ wonderful family through summer 2001\. Talking swissgerman with him, instead of learning English… he tought me how to make american pancake and chocolate chip cookies. Walking…
I met Chris briefly in 2018 when we were both watching the rehearsals of the Royal Opera House’s Ring Cycle, and I’m still struck by his effortless warmth and the kindness he radiated. On one day, he and I followed the music using a single score and it makes me smile to remember how clearly…
Molly and Quentin~ I remember meeting Christopher with your whole family at the Symphony in Detroit one Sunday afternoon. He wanted to be a conductor and I would say, from seeing the posts here, that he succeeded very well. I always was happy to hear updates on his progress. And now this sudden exit. My…
As with everyone, I deeply grieve the loss of such a vibrant, loving, delightful, talented, hard working, young man, Chris McMullen-Laird. I was his orchestra teacher at Pioneer H.S. in Ann Arbor, MI, during his time there. During his senior year, we had him conduct the orchestra at one of our final concerts. And with…
I met Christopher in 2003 when we were both placed in Mainz, Germany for a year of study abroad on scholarships from the Federation of German-American Clubs. We were introduced by our dear caretaker and contact person at the university, Frau Ursula Bell-Köhler. Christopher became such a dear friend. He shared his beautiful soul and…
Dear Molly and Quentin, Der Tote ist nicht tot. Er lebt in uns fort auf geheimnisvolle Weise. Er fügt gleichsam seine besten, nun von der Last des Leidens erlösten Kräfte den unseren hinzu. So beginnt er, uns selbst zu verwandeln und läutert in unserem Herzen sein zweites, höheres Wesen. Wo echte Liebe lebte, sterben die…