Christopher James Bishop

April, Chris and Dad together again. Right now, nothing is better than that. Miss them dearly.

Still miss my Chris. He and Dad are together now.

A time I had great fun with Chris was when we drove cross country and he was helping me move to California. We saw so much driving across I-40 and had a lot of fun stops. I remember one motel where we got into the room and I started my inspection, saying, "Sheets look clean, bathroom clean, body in the tub..." and he had a shocked look on his face till reality set in and he laughed.

My first memory of Chris was him shoving me on the trundle bed under the bottom bunk of the bunk beds on Evesham Ave. when we were playing hide and seek.

Chris always had the wrench. I know he taught me patience when using it. My condolences

CHRIS WAS MY NEPHEW AND FAVORITE AUDIENCE WHEN I TOLD A JOKE. I COULD GET HIM TO LAUGH HEARTY ALL THE TIME. WILL MISS HIS QUIET PRESENCE AND DEMEANOR. LOVE YOU CHRIS. RIP

Every joke he told was cornier than the one before it. He always made me laugh and was a wonderful friend. I will always cherish the times I shared with the Bishop family. Please accept my sincere condolences.

I learned to hand him the "right tool" when his car broke down.

Chris was the best big brother a kid sister could hope for. He always came to my rescue when needed and provided words of wisdom throughout my life. I miss him dearly. Love you, Chris. See you on the flipside.

Not my first memory but hitting him in the forehead with a stone. He dared me.

He was my Irish Twin. He was born in January, I was born in December. We were good friends as kids, playing in the dirt, playing SPUD, Red Rover, and riding bikes. I miss him dearly.