Adam Wiggall

Chris’ Stone has been placed-Sacred Heart Church in Orlando

Chris would have turned 30 years old on August 14th. He wanted to go back to England for his 30th, and this week, his mother has taken some ashes to be laid to rest there with his Grandad and keep his wish.

I wanted to let everyone local know that his grave marker has now been placed in the large cross to the right of Sacred Heart Catholic Church--where the funeral service was. I thought I’d let you know in case anyone would like to take flowers or whatever to remember him on his birthday.

Peace and love, Becky

August Fourteenth

Your birthday’s fast approaching like a lion on the hunt

A challenge on my calendar...a personal affront

Taunting me, reminding me that you’re no longer here

I snuff out all your candles as I wipe away a tear

Thirty of them never blown from just behind your grin

Replaced with Catholic tealights, the sadness melted in

I reach across the moving flame and feel my fingers burn

My eyes diverting from the light and resting on your urn

Small and dark the marble, touched with wisps of white

Failing to do justice to your beauty and your light

Wait for me my funny friend, my almost little brother

Cuz in the years that I have left, I’ll never find another

Who makes the world a happy place the way you used to do

So on your day of 30 years, I’ll sit and wait for you.

Each time i go to write something i never know what to say. I miss you so much. Gonna toast a few beers to you tonight on your 30th. i know you will be here with us. love you always cousin
lisa xxxxxxxx

Happy Birthday Mate, I wish I could rag on you for joining the big 30 club!!! Will definately be havin a few for ya tonight. Miss you loads.

Love Bungay

Happy Birthday Son....it was so difficult today here in Leeds......Your Leeds won on Saturday and won today ,your birthday......how I wish I couldhere you yell “the boys are back mum,the boys are back’.......I love you so much.....mum xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Chris.

We’re all thinking of you on your birthday.  You will always be here in our hearts and minds and we will be sharing stories and a few laughs and tears too I am sure. 

Miss you loads..
Rob & Siona

Chris
Thinking of you on your birthday - We (David, Sha, Kaz, Lisa, Charlotte & I) took over a pub karaoke at mum’s caravan and blasted out as many LUFC anthems as we could in your memory...to which Uncle David & Auntie Sharon danced, we laughed & cried thinking of you that night.

Always in our thoughts - Joby & the Shawies

If anyone is interested, Fran sent pictures of Chris’ resting place with our Dad in England.  It is Lawnswood Cemetery in Leeds.  I put pictures up on my Myspace, last page, in case you want to take a look: Just so sad!

http://www.myspace.com/aawah

Take care,
Becky

I worked with Chris at Rentsys for almost a year. Great guy, I didn’t want to believe it was him when I read the article, sad to see him gone.

It seems like not long ago I ran into him at Ale House and had a great chat.

To all of the family and friends that come and look at this lovely site for my son Chris ....I want to thank you for all of the words and stories. This week it was 6 months since the tragic night and it is impossible to put into words how we feel........I check on here a lot and reread it all. Thank you Adam.....Our lives will never be normal.....he was my whole world......God Bless all..........Fran xxxx

To the spammers .....have you no shame....of course not. You are disgusting.

Angela and I went to find Fran’s Dad & Chris’s resting place at Lawnswood crematorium in Leeds.  Unfortunately we didnt follow Fran’s directions very well and got lost and wandered around in the rain for an hour and a half.

We went into the memorial centre and left the flowers in there, lit a candle and wrote a message in the remberance book.

So sorry we didnt manage to find the grave but we will try again in a week or so.

RIP Chris ... God Bless Fran & John

I know Chris is watching over us.

William Blake - Night

The sun descending in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven’s high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight,
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.

When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lion’s ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying:  ‘Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Is driven away
From our immortal day.

‘And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, washed in life’s river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold,
As I guard o’er the fold.’

Les, Fran and John
Just to let you know you are still in our hearts especially at another difficult milestone.  x

Fran, John & Les

Always thinking of you, always in our hearts

Love to you all x x x x x

I never knew Chris and found out about his death through an unusual way. Even though we never met, we had a lot in common, including (what appears to be) attendance at a Latin Mass. Eternal rest grant unto him O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul and all the souls of the faithfully departed through the mercy of God rest in peace. Amen.