| Location | Manchester |
| Age | 18 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 05/10/1989 |
| Date of Death | 26/03/2008 |
| Visitors | 18,501 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
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and thinking of you,with love always Julie xxx
THESE SHOES
I wear a pair of shoes
They are ugly shoes
Uncomfortable shoes
I hate my shoes
Each day I wear them and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step
Yet, I continue to wear them
I get funny looks wearing these shoes
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not their's
They never talk about my shoes
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt
No woman deserves to wear these shoes
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.
Hard to understand
Up in a quaint old attic,
As the raindrops patter down,
I sat paging through an old schoolbook -
Dusty, tattered, and brown.
I came to a page that was folded down,
And across it was written in childish hand:
The teacher says to leave this for now,
'tis hard to understand.
I unfolded the page and read.
Then I nodded my head and said,
The teacher was right: tis hard to understand.
There are lots of pages in the book of life
That are hard to understand.
All we can do is fold them down and write:
The teacher says to leave this for now,
'tis hard to understand.
Then someday - maybe only in heaven -
we will unfold the pages again,
read them and say,
the teacher was right, now I understand,
When it comes to the death of the person
Whom we are laying to rest today,
About all we can do is fold down the page and write
The teacher says to leave this for now,
tis hard to understand.
SOMEDAY I GUESS WE WILL UNDERSTAND. ALL MY LOVE XOXO
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Tributes For Week Commencing 18th January
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Monday.
My Angel ever at my side
How lovely you must be -
To leave your home in heaven,
To guard someone like me.
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Tuesday
When I'm far away from home,
Or maybe hard at work
I know you will protect me,
From harm along the way.
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Wednesday
Your beautiful and shining face,
I see not, though you're near
The sweetness of your lovely voice,
I cannot really hear.
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Thursday
When I pray, you're praying too,
Your prayer is just for me.
But, when I sleep you never do,
You're watching over me
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Friday
Although the World keeps turning
And the sun comes up each day,
Life has never been the same
Since you were called away.
You were such a special person -
So, gentle, good and kind
And have left the sweetest memories
And thoughts of you behind.
I only wish there was a way
That I could see you one more time
To thank you for the joy you brought
Into this life of mine."
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Saturday
When you feel you miss me most,
As years go drifting by,
Each memory will prove to you,
That love can never die,
That while I left you far too soon,
I did not go alone,
For the father sent his angels,
To gently take me home,
Take comfort when you think of me,
Hold my love deep within your heart,
And with the warmth of every memory,
We will never be apart.
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Sunday
I’d like the memory of me
To be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an after glow
Of smiles when life is done,
I’d like to leave an echo
Whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing
Times and bright and summer days.
I’d like the tears of those who
Grieve, to dry before the sun,
Of happy memories that I leave
When life is done.
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Thoughts Today Memories Forever
Angela Christopher’s Very Proud Mum
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︽☆︽ TIME TO FOLD YOUR ANGEL WINGS ︽☆︽
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︽☆︽ GOODNIGHT ANGEL ︽☆︽ SWEET DREAMS ︽☆︽
LOVE JUDE. X X
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I can only imagine
What heaven must be like
Where there is only peace
Sharing with angels in god’s delight
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Where gardens bloom forever
And there is beauty so profound
As one enters heaven
They have come to holy ground
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God has created for us a home
Where pain and suffering are no more
And we are welcomed by his saints
As we walk through heaven’s door
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I can only imagine
What it’s like to see the masters face
And being welcomed home
To this far beyond words place
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His garden will always be
A dwelling free from worldly sin
And to walk on his garden path
For now all I can do is imagine
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But someday I will walk the path
And meet with others there
And as we gather and we talk
All of gods beauty we shall share
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(c) ~Jacie Stralko Duca
Bereaved Parents Wish List
I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had him
back!!
I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you also.
If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child, I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.
Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.
I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child; my favorite topic of the day.
I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child's death pains you too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug.
I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over. These first years
are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die.
I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover. I will always miss my child and I will always grieve that they are gone.
I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or "be happy". Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.
I don't want to have a "Pity party", but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.
I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.
When I say, "I'm doing okay", I wish you could understand that I don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily.
I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.
Your advice to "take it one day at a time" is excellent advice.
However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.
Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.
I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before my child died and I will never be that person again.
I wish very much that you could understand ~ understand my loss and my grief.
But....
I pray daily that you will never understand
ALL MY LOVE XOXO
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15TH JANUARY 2010
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I am the rain that nurtures..the sun that warms
I am the wings of a butterfly..the dew on a rose.
I am the blue in the sky..the red in the sunset
I am the twinkle in the stars..the light in the moon.
I am the four seasons..the color of the rainbow
I am the shimmer of the snow..the fire embers glow.
I am the gentle spirit inside you..the keeper of your soul
I am the dreams you fulfilled..the joy in your heart.
I am the love in your eyes..the desire from within
I am the smile on your lips..the laughter in your voice.
I am the wings that enfold you..the protector of your life
I am the one who shares your dreams..the fears ..your hopes.
I am your friend..I am your Angel.
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REMEMBER ME
Remember me whenever you see a sunrise,
Remember me whenever you see a star,
Remember me whenever you see a rainbow
Or woods in autumn colours from afar.
Remember me whenever you see the roses
Or seagulls sailing high in a sky of blue.
Remember me whenever you see waves
Shining in the sun. And remember,
I'll be remembering you!
Remember me whenever you see a teardrop,
Or meadows still wet with the morning dew.
Remember me whenever you feel love
Growing in your heart.
And remember, I'll be remembering you!
Author Unknown
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Sending you a great big hug ,
with lots of love Brenda
x x x x x x x x
~ High Flight ~
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of; wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air;
Up, up the long delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark nor even eagle flew;
And while, with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high, un-trespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
(by John Gillespie McGee)
With love always ~ Hazel xxxx
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