| Location | Manchester |
| Age | 18 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 05/10/1989 |
| Date of Death | 26/03/2008 |
| Visitors | 16,406 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
I opened up a box one day
What treasures did I find!
Letters and some photographs
Of days we left behind
I drifted back to yesterday
The thought was oh, so clear
For just a moment, anyway
It felt like you were here
I smile when I think of you
Sometimes I cry so much
I'm all alone without you now
I long to feel your touch
But God had other plans for you
An Angel he did find
So now my box of memories
Is all that's left behind.
Love Always Julie XXX
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13TH NOVEMBER 2009
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IITH NOVEMBER 2009
✿..LET US REMEMBER THEM...✿
✿ 'Please wear a poppy', the lady said
and held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old, and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.✿
✿ A boy came wistling down the street,
Bouncing along, on care free feet
His smile was full of joy and fun,
'Lady', said he, 'May I have one?'
When she pinned it on, he turned to say,
'Why do we wear a poppy today?'✿
✿ The lady smiled in her wistful way,
and answered, 'This is Rememberance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for,
the gallant men who died in war,
and because they died you and I are free--
Thats why we wear a poppy, you see'.✿
✿ 'I had a boy about your size,
with golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by, he learned and grew
and became a man--as you will, too.' ✿
✿ 'He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
but he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away,
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said'Good-bye,
I'll soon be back, mom, so please don't cry'.✿
✿ 'But the war went on and he had to stay,
and all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it in my dreams at night),
with the tanks and guns and cruel Barbed wire,
and the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire.'✿
✿'Till at last the war was won-
and thats why we wear a poppy son'.
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said 'Thanks lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your Son-- did he come back alright?'✿
✿ A tear rolled down each faded cheek;
she shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
and if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, is oft delayed,
though our freedome was bought-and thousands paid.✿
✿ And so when we see a poppy worn, let us reflect on the burden borne
By those who gave their very all
and asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Then wear a poppy. Remember-- and give!✿
✿ Lest we forget......✿
Copyright ~ 2009 by Blair Leger & ilovepoetry.com
10TH NOVEMBER 2009
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~Life Beyond ~
Let them go, but not completely.
Hold on to them, but not too tightly.
Love them as you know you will,
as you always have.
Rejoice that they are well, the only difference
now is that you cannot see them,
But you feel them still and they will always be with you.
The spirit does not die as the body dies
and Love is of the spirit.
Nothing you have experienced together can be taken from you.
And your loved one shall be eternally yours in that love.
Weep not too long, that they may also cry,
But rejoice in their life and in yours also.
Let yours continue to be a celebration of all life; of your shared love,
Knowing that God holds you both in the palm of his hand
And in loving you both shall reunite you.
~~ Author Unknown.~~
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WITH LOVE.XXX
♥* *♥ Yesterday's ♥* *♥
I open up my heart to God
In my own special way
I dont ask for tomorrows
I want all my yesterdays
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My yesterdays were happy
For they included you
So much love and laughter
We shared just me and you
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Tomorrow is just another word
It means nothing to me
Please give me back my yesterdays
And my Angel back with me.
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♥* *♥ MISSED SO MUCH ♥* *♥
Thankyou so much for looking after my Angel Charmaine over the weekend,and for all your continuous support too.All your beautiful candles,tributes and Beautiful pics you all post for us means such alot to me and I truly appreciate your loving kindness and friendship so much.Godbless you and your Angel always.Love as always,Lynn.xxx
WITH LOVE TO OUR ANGEL CHRIS X
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Tributes For Week Starting 9th November
FOR MONDAY
Your presence I miss,
Your memory I treasure,
Loving you always,
Forgetting you never.
FOR TUESDAY
Loving you is easy,
We do it every day,
Missing you is a heartache,
That never goes away.
FOR WEDNESDAY
No farewell words were spoken,
No time to say goodbye,
You were gone before we knew it,
And only God can tell us why.
FOR THURSDAY
Memory is a lovely lane,
Where hearts are ever true,
A lane I so often travel down,
Because it leads to you.
FOR FRIDAY
Wings Of The Angels
A gentle wind blew cross the land
Reaching out to take a hand
For on the winds the angels came
Calling out a mother's name.
Left behind, the children's tears
Loving memories of the years
Of joy and love, a life well spent
And now to God a mother's sent.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight
The journey home, towards the light
To those who weep, a life is gone
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.
FOR SATURDAY
If I Had One Last Day
If I had one last day
To tell you what's inside
I'd tell you that I'm sorry
For all the times I've lied
I'd tell you that I need you
To hold my hand today
I'd tell you that I love you
I'd ask you, please, to stay
You'd look at me and smile
The way you always would
And say "I'd love to stay,
If only I really could"
Then you'd laugh the way you did
Whenever I was blue
You'd wipe my tears and whisper softly,
"Don't cry, I love you too"
If I had one last day
I'd love you from the start
I'd stop hiding how I feel
I'd say what's in my heart
If I had one last day,
I'd say my last good-bye
And that even though you are far away,
In my heart, you'll never die.
FOR SUNDAY
Cry Not My Friend
When you wake up tomorrow
And I am no where to be found
When you scream out my name
To the emptiness around
When every beat inside your heart
Is skipping and unsure
Cry not my friend for I am here,
Inside your love so pure
When the waves that used to touch our feet
Have gone back out to sea
When everything you once held dear
Was lost when you lost me
When the sun that once lit up your face
Is setting far away
Cry not my Friend for time shall pass,
But my love for you will stay
When age arrives and children play
And pain creeps up on you
When loved ones show you happiness
That your life never knew
When all of your expectations are met,
No matter what the pain
Cry not my friend, for I am waiting
To hold you once again
When beauty in your eyes turn grey
And all of the rainbow, white
When strong undying hearts
No longer feel an urge to fight
When winter snows become more pain
Than beauty in your heart
Cry not my friend, for I am here
And we will never ever part
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Thoughts Today, Memories Forever
Angela Christopher’s Very Proud Mum
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FOR CHRIS
WE WISH THAT WE COULD SEE YOU
FOR JUST A LITTLE WHILE
WE WISH THAT WE COULD HUG YOU
AND SEE YOUR LOVELY SMILE
BUT WISHING GETS US NOWHERE
OUR LONGING IS IN VAIN
SO WE'LL HOLD YOU IN OUR HEARTS
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
WITH LOVE ALWAYS,JULIE XXXX
7TH NOVEMBER 2009
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