Dear Sue, Jamie and Kevin,
Early Thursday morning many of us lost our best friend. You lost a husband and father. I had the pleasure of knowing Chris for over 30 years. During that time he proved himself to be the ultimate friend over and over. At any hour, in any weather he would be there to help in any disaster or botched home repair. He was also the wizard of "I know a guy who can do that." When faced with a problem my wife would ask, "have you called Chris?"
Chris had a unique perspective on life. His cars, bikes, pets and friends were equally unique. Character was important, and all characters were welcome. We all met on the driveway, and it could be a crowded place. I met many people there and some of those are my most treasured friends.
Road trips were always memorable. They started out at Dunkin Donuts where he would shout, "It's Chris" from the passenger seat and they would make his signature brew. I, a commoner, would have to place my order from the menu.
I will miss his phone calls, always started out with "Hey Bud, what's happening?" I wish I could make that my ringtone.
Somehow I never thought Chris would slip away in his sleep. I always envisioned crumpled metal and fire. I am comforted that it did not appear that he suffered. Thursday morning left a void in many lives. God Bless you, my friend. Save me a chair and a cup of coffee in your celestial garage.