William Christopher Waltrip
"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things have passed away." (Rev. 21:4)
I rejoice knowing that our Christopher is "face to face with The Lord" and free from the sufferings of this world. I look forward to seeing his beaming smile and awesome presence again in Heaven. We will miss his unconditional love and accepting spirit!
O open armed
I am Christopher's mother, Mary.
Today is the day to remember the amazing things about Christopher.
He was unique he could have a conversation with anyone at any age. On a vacation in the Cayman Islands, when he was eight years old, everywhere we went in the resort people new him by name. The people there loved him and were amazed at his ability to express himself at such a young age. Christopher did everything with enthusiasm and lived life to the fullest. He loved to travel and fortunately he was able to go many places in his life. He went to Europe in the summer of 2010 with the People to People Student Ambassador program. He traveled to Belgium, Germany, France, Switzerland and England; out of all of these places he loved London, England the best. While he was in Normandy, France he was asked to raise the Flag at Omaha Beach in honor of all the soldiers who fought and lost their lives. He was very proud of this, as he was the only student there who had a grandfather, which was my father, who fought in World War II. While he visited Freiburg, Germany he planted a tree in the Black Forest and camped out with his Foster family.
Christopher loved music of all Genres especially the music he grew up listening to in my car, which was mostly oldies. I will never forget being in the kitchen and hearing him sing, “What's New Pussycat” by Tom Jones. I stopped what I was doing and went back to his room, to find him with his headset on singing as loud as he could.
Christopher loved animals, especially dogs; his favorite place to sleep was with the dogs on their beds. He helped me rescue many dogs over the years and he wanted to keep them all.
What I loved the most about Christopher was that he loved with everything he had in him and he always forgave everyone who let him down or hurt him. He was also generous to a fault, every Christmas he would spend his Christmas money on gifts for everyone else.
Christopher's talents and gifts were that he was an amazing speaker, photographer and writer. I was blessed to hear him give his testimony in church when he was 16; he spoke without any written notes and it was astonishing!
Naturally I am very proud of my son's talents, and losing him has been the greatest struggle of my life. But Ecclesiastes 7:1 says the day of death is better than the day of birth. This scripture really helped me in my grieving process. Grieving is for the living and while I am happy for Christopher, the selfishness in me wants him back. I told Christopher before he passed that he was going to the mansion of many rooms to have eternal life with his Heavenly Father and I would see him again some day.
On December 20th, 2013, Christopher wrote: “Today I'm grateful that God blessed me with a free spirit. I love doing new things, seeing new people and living life to the fullest. This is a blessing.
On December 21, 2013, Christopher wrote: “If I die today I would die happy. I have everything I ever needed and God has made me a miracle. – feeling content”
By: Sue McRae-Meador
I am Christopher's maternal grandmother, Nano. I have so many fond memories of our time together: Strolling him around the ranch property while singing “Somewhere over the Rainbow”. Family trips to New Mexico, Key West, Cayman Islands. Houston Rodeo. Birthday Parties. Fireworks on the 4th and New Year's Eve. Serving Chili on the playground of Franklin Elementary School with a cold March wind blowing red dirt. He,
catching his first fish from the deck of my house when he was two years old. Strolling through the yellow wildflowers on Butterfly Hill that were higher than his head. Picking dewberries and getting red bug bites. Preparing buttermilk biscuit and sausage patties and Run for the Roses pie for him. Swimming in the backyard pool. Going to camp at Kerrville. Carving our names in the bark of an Aspen tree on Wolf Mountain, Steamboat Springs. He, sleeping on an inflated mattress on the floor so he could be with me and his cousins, Shelby, Alex and Lise when they would visit me. Franklin Middle School Commencement. Very special cards and letters he sent me.
He started using technology devices early on, and would pass down his cell phones to me when he would get a new one. It didn't take him long to figure out everything one would do. He was a genius at that. When I balked on texting, he encouraged me to keep practicing and I would get better at it. When he graduated from Meridell Achievement Academy where he gave an amazing, inspiring extemporaneous speech, concluding it with the poem “Invictus”, I was so proud. In recent years, he made trips with me and his cousins to Eldorado and Mississippi, meeting and loving relatives he had never met. During one trip, I took our group to visit a childhood playground of mine called Red Bluff, the “Royal Gorge of Mississippi”. He learned to eat green boiled peanuts there. My most recent memory, and one very dear to my heart, is seeing him off at Easterwood Airport with Mary and Alex, after his Christmas visit. He sent me photos and texts from the plane, and I asked him “Where are you?” He replied “Somewhere over Mississippi. Sumner, I believe.” “I love you Christopher.” “and I love you, Nano”.
My dear son! I miss you so much
It keeps hurting, I can't stop crying
My eyes always search for you in the sky
Heart longs for finding you in the heaven
My dear son! I love you so much
I feel so empty without you
I am so scared of my future without you
Heart longs for being around you for my safety
My dear son! You are my angel
I still feel that you are caring me from above
I tell my broken heart that you are still watching me
Heart longs for your care even from heaven
My dear son! You are my protector
I remember you when I feel lonely
I talk to you when I break into pieces
Heart longs for your support even from heaven
My dear son! I was thinking I gave you life
The reality is that you had given me life
Without you and your presence, I can't exist
Heart longs for your company in my heart until I exist
Please be there in my heart
I Love You Christopher !!!
Family Friend Poems
You are forever with me.
Whether it be the suns warmth,
Or the breezes chill,
You will always be with me.
I place comfort in the promise,
Of your life, your faith, and undying belief in family love and compassion.
May you rest in certain peace my friend,
For that peace was created for you.
Good bye for now brother.
I love you and yours,
always and forever.