Christopher Simon Frazier Sr.

I want to express my affection for the Frazier family during this time of loss. I was a CHA classmate and friend of Holt Frazier and I just wanted to reach out and offer my condolences and support.

I was very sad to learn of Chris's death.
I will think of him always.

What a sad moment this is for all who knew Chris. Though our paths have diverged since our school days, I still carry many memories of his wonderful humor and good spirit. Those memories shall remain with me and many others, always.

How does one adequately express the sorrow of a lost friendship which goes back to childhood? God bless!

Chris even tho we only worked together for three years, I feel as if I knew you all my life. Always a smile and a joke is what I could depend on from you. You will be sadly missed and foundly remembered.

I hardly knew Chris during the four years we were together in school. We moved in different worlds and for different purposes. But I have known few of whom I could say, in the Quaker sense, that he walked cheerfully over the world. Chris was one of them.

I am overwhelmed by recollections from a long time ago, when we were teenagers, as we didn't stay in touch after that. Chris was unique at CHA in that he could make any catastrophe seem like a wonderful opportunity. The two of us hold the record, bar none, for the greatest number of expelled days class of '60, sometimes for the same, silly things. That depressed me enormously, but Chris seemed to be always there with a spin that these dark days were actually days off for good behavior: runaways to Atlantic City, State College, etc. That optimism must have been his core attitude as an adult. It is no wonder he is missed by so many.

Another classmate said a long time ago that it was ok for grown men to cry. Chris, a part of you will stay with me forever. Fred.

A sad time for all who knew Chris, as I did from the time we were infants, my mother having been his godmother. I will remember him chiefly-- and would be glad to be so remembered myself -- for his ebullient and infectious sense of humor, and for his bravery as he confronted his end.

In affectionate memory,

Sydney Lea, Jr.