Maria Seralessandri

For Christopher A great shadow has darkened the sky. The birds have begun their silent mourning. They sense the powerful moment of someone’s passing. Nature knows another spirit has retired from the earth, and we who remain behind veil our faces as we weep uncontrollably. Incomplete explanations force our minds to ask and ask again,…

I met Christopher in Lambrecht, in village in the middle of nowhere in Rheinland-Pfalz, Germany in 2006\. We went there for a seminar of the German American Federation for its exchange students. It was early in the morning; we were supposed to travel by bus to the Hambacher Schloss but our bus got stuck in…

I met Chris in Munich. I was walking from the S-Bahn from the airport with two big suitcases. It had started snowing heavily and Chris, seeing me struggling to cross the road in time, came over to help me. During our short walk to my godfather’s apartment, where I was staying, we realised Chris and…

Christopher was a shining example of Brene Brown’s “wholehearted living.”  He was love!  He was an influential person in my life who opened the doors of understanding to the world around me.  Thank you for teaching me about feminism, social activism, and the opera.  He has inspirationally packed so much life into his tragically short…