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 to have known you and to carry you with me for the rest of my life.
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 was my cool crazy cousin that took life by the reigns. Few people can say that they have followed and embraced their true passion in life. Chris did exactly that. I’ll never forget when he visited NJ for some type of family party (one of my sibling’s high school graduation I think) and he…
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,…
Christopher became my nephew in 1990, when Christine and I married, in fact he brought our rings to the altar. Even as a young child it was clear that this bright and intensely alert boy would make the most of his days. And as we all know, he did just that. With his passing I…
There just aren’t words but I’ll try as time goes on.
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,…