| Location | Manchester |
| Age | 18 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 05/10/1989 |
| Date of Death | 26/03/2008 |
| Visitors | 16,105 since 27/03/2008 |
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My pregnancy with Chris was a much longed for but very tricky one. At 26 weeks i was rushed into
hospital with a low placenta and Mum said her prayers to get us though. All was well in the end
when, in October 1989, the birth of Christopher Patrick Dennis Higgins, my beautiful baby boy at
8lbs 12oz, made us proud parents for the fourth time.
You see, that turned out to be Chris's way - he'd choose the most mischievous path, the one laden
with mishaps and pranks, but he'd reach the end every time with that smile on his face and ready for
the next adventure.
He was a troublesome little devil at times, an artful dodger who pushed the boundaries and lived
life to the full. And it was those eyes, that cheeky, infectious smile and that naughty laugh which
made it all forgivable. We wouldn't have changed Chris for the world, then or now.
Anyone who knew Chris, even for just a short time, would be impressed for the amazing zest for life.
As one of our five childrenhe carved out his own unique personality and he grew into a charming,
good looking, sweet-talking and fun to be around young man.
But there was much more to Chris than the fearless "Jack the Lad" image that so many of us saw. He
was kind, caring and compassionate, often beyond his years and he was honest about his actions. He
looked after me and his grandad Paddy through some tough times. We'd giggle for five minutes before
he helped me up off the floor if I'd fallen - he was thinking of me and he made light of the
situation for my sake. People didn't think Chris took life too seriously but he looked out for his
family and his friends.
The things i have heard said about my son since he passed away have almost made me burst with pride.
The way one young man, my son, managed to touch so many lives in such a short space of time is
unbelievable. It's that enormous sense of pride, taken from the hundreds of people praising my son,
that has been the one comfort to me and our family.
The day of Chris's funeral, while being one of the hardest days of our lives was also one of the
proudest. Seeing a church so full of people, whose lives Chris had touched in some way, was
overwhelming. that praise is the greatest tribute I can ask for my son. We've found it's not just
family and friends that saw him as a great listener and good company. He was remembered by people he
had only met once. Chris was kind thoughtful and funny. His Dad and I light up when we hear people
talk about him.
He had a sense of humour and a knack for storytelling that those who were privileged to know him
personally will never forget. Chris had matured into a great person. A great son. A great brother.
And a great friend. Whether it was watching the match, at rugby, DJ-ing or listening to one of his
stories, every one of us, every member of his family and his friends has those moments with Chris
that they will treasure.
Chris's family are, and always will be, immensely proud of everything Chris was - a very special
young man, full of life, love, passion and fun. Chris had a sense of caring that not everyone saw,
but those who did were blessed.
Our cheeky monkey, our ray of sunshine is so wonderful to think of but so hard to be without. We
were blessed with 18 years of treasured memories with our five. We miss the stories, the laughs, but
most of all just having Chris here, at his best and full of beans.
Through all the heartache we will treasure the time we had. He is missed more than words could ever
express but the memories we have of Chris will keep us strong. Chris loved life and lived it to the
fullest. We can take comfort in that if nothing else now. He is unspeakably and profoundly missed by
those whose lives he touched. A son and a brother to remember with love and most all PRIDE.
All Our Love,
Mum, Dad, Billy jnr, Colette, Tom, Lucy
xxxxxx
Thinking of You
Every day I say a little prayer for you, Christopher and your lovely Mum, Anne, and although I don't post often I visit your site to every time I log in.
These are strange days for your Mum and I as we are glad to have had our beautiful sons and yet find it hard that we wanted more of you than we were allowed.
Sending you loads of love xxx
Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
To sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We are all meant to learn some things,
But never meant to stay.
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know,
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
But when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the Lord.
margo (alex todd mum)
a friendship rose.
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We'd need a word of cheer
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.
He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of 'little things'
In order to appreciate
The happiness life brings.
I think he knew our troubled hearts
Would sometimes throb with pain
At trials and misfortunes
Or some goals we can't attain.
He knew we'd need the comfort
Of an understanding heart
To give us strength and courage
To make a fresh, new start.
He knew we'd need companionship
Unselfish...lasting. ..true,
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A ROSE FOR YOU MY FRIEND
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Thank you so much for all your kindness
With love margo todd.xxx
The Balloon x
A simple novelty at first sight,
Came this toy of delight.
With silver shine on mylar hide,
And long red string still tether tied.
In the eyes of a child it was unique,
A ball that searched for the ceiling peak.
This floating lobe with skyward reach,
On words not part of gravity's speech.
A balloon it was, to amuse the soul,
To fill a seven-year-old's playmate role
At first not clear just how it could,
Take joyful fun and make it good.
In the corner, upon the ceiling,
It hid alone with simple feeling,
But then a tug, and several more,
And "Oh" what fun it had in store!
Tied to a finger, and then a toy,
Throughout the day it delivered joy.
At first a whisper, but now a holler,
"Look at it now, tied on the dog's collar!"
Such fun and fun this show did bring,
To help a child's heart to sing,
And dance with glee throughout the day,
To play as one in friendship's way.
But despite the hours of pure fun,
Who can deny the calling sun.
Not the balloon, that's for sure,
As it stretched toward heaven's skyward lure.
When no one saw, it reached a door,
To answer a calling it had before,
And suddenly, with the blink of an eye,
The balloon was gone into the sky.
We watched it drift to its new home;
A special place where all things roam.
I didn't know balloons went there too,
'Till a child's tears --- told me it's true.
In its way, the balloon was a friend,
Simple and plain, but true to the end.
As it floated to heaven, finally free,
It silently waved for us all to see.
I could see the reflection in a child's eyes,
Of a balloon up high upon the skies,
Wishing a return that will never occur,
With questions that tears did solemnly blur.
Someday will come the heavenly call,
As one of life's lessons that applies to us all.
When the balloon did drift beyond our sight,
It flashed a final angelic light.
Someday too, our spirits shall rise,
To float in kind, toward sacred skies.
And though we're more than mylar and string,
We'll join the balloon --- where the angels sing
GOODNIGHT CHRISTOPHER.
No words I write can ever say
how much I miss you everyday.
As time goes by, the loneliness grows,
How I miss you, nobody knows.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
But all I have are memories,
And a photo in a frame.
No one sees me weep.
But the love I have for you,
Is in my heart, and mine to keep.
I have never stopped loving you
and I know I never will.
Deep inside my heart,
You are with me still.
Heartaches, this world are many,
But mine is worse than any.
My heart still aches, as I whisper low,
"I need you... and miss you so."
The things we feel so deeply
are often the hardest things to say.
But I just can't keep quiet anymore,
So I'll tell you any ways.
There is a place within my heart
that no one else can fill.
I love you and I always will!
LOVE JUDE.X
DANIELSWADDLES MAM
for my friend xx
No words I write can ever say
how much I miss you everyday.
As time goes by, the loneliness grows,
How I miss you, nobody knows.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
But all I have are memories,
And a photo in a frame.
No one sees me weep.
But the love I have for you,
Is in my heart, and mine to keep.
I have never stopped loving you
and I know I never will.
Deep inside my heart,
You are with me still.
Heartaches, this world are many,
But mine is worse than any.
My heart still aches, as I whisper low,
"I need you... and miss you so."
The things we feel so deeply
are often the hardest things to say.
But I just can't keep quiet anymore,
So I'll tell you any ways.
There is a place within my heart
that no one else can fill.
I love you and I always will!
love cathy xx
margo (alex todd mum)
Memory
Keep my memory with you,
For memories never die;
I will be there with you,
When you look across the sky.
I will be there in the clouds,
In the birds that fill the air;
In the beauty of a fragrant rose,
You will find my memory there.
♥¸.•*´)¸.•* ♥.¸(*•.¸♥
You will feel me in the tenderness,
Of a tiny baby's touch;
You will hear me if you listen,
In the twilight's gentle hush.
When your hearts are heavy,
And you feel that you are alone;
Just reach down deep inside of you,
For your heart is now my home.
♥¸.•*´)¸.•* ♥.¸(*•.¸♥
I will always be with you,
I will never go away;
For I will live on in your hearts,
Forever and a day.
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There are no words of wisdom
to make us understand
To give the precious gift of life
and take back when he feels
Oh how i long to see my child
forever in my thoughts anne and chris, love always shirley jasons mom xxxx
our Chris
Chris when I speak to Tom & Billy , they don't realise they say the same things about you ,how you had matured into a great person to be with & when Billy would want to watch a match or just nip for one in the pub ,who did he call you Chris .Tom whenever he wanted company who did he call you Chris reliable & fun to be with he got you to come down to rugby you alway's snapped his injury's more than his try's thats just you CHRIS .
Lucy & holly were chatting about you yesterday you had the best weekend ever the week before you passed away Ratchel Lucy Holly & you a memory Lucy will tresure forever.xxxxxxxxxmum
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