| Location | Manchester |
| Age | 18 years |
| Cause of Death | Road Traffic Collision |
| Date of Birth | 05/10/1989 |
| Date of Death | 26/03/2008 |
| Visitors | 28,777 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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a pickling solution of sadness
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grief,
disbelief,
anger
and more grief,
Incomprehensible.
Dim.
Soaked,
The salt of sadness
Seeps in,
Bites,
Penetrates.
The wash of grief
Surrounds,
Drowns,
Reverberating.
Time
ticks
by.
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I surface –
Dripping brine,
Salty and cloudy.
Light seeps through.
Taste:
Mellow,
Uneven,
A bite of sadness,
a hint of bitterness, still.
A fleeting sensation of sweet,
Almost discerned.
Bite:
Not too soft,
Not overly hard,
But,
a
satisfying crunch.
(A little giving in,
a little softness,
– a nuance of acceptance,
perhaps?)
A whiff fleets by —
reminder
of
a soreness,
hand goes to
heart.
Pickled in a brine of
grief.
Emotions of all sorts,
Even beauty.
Now,
I am the brine,
and more.
Bigger than the parts,
but
never
whole.
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02-05-2011
SORRY I'M MISSING CANDLES AT THE MOMENT PLEASE DONT BE AFFENDED IF I MISS YOUR ANGEL BUT BE ASSURD YOUR ANGELS ARE NEVER FAR FROM MY MIND & HEART I'M REALLY STRUGGLING TO COPE AT THE MOMENT XXXX
Theres a land that I heard of ...
Once in a lullaby.
Just Like the twister in the Wizard of OZ
The nightmare came and tore my world apart...
So this long and lonely journey called grief
...has left me with a broken heart.
Dorothys journey continued over the rainbow...
So has my childs...just a little past beyond...
The Wizard of Oz and grief have so much in common...
And so the story and my journey continue on...
Somedays this journey seems long and winding
Just like the Yellow Brick Road,
Sometimes I feel I have lost my way...
And feel like I'm carrying such a heavy load.
Just Like Dorothy met the Scarecrow...the Cowardly Lion..
and the Tin Man... as she went along her way...
I too have met many compassionate people along my way..
But I have also lost just as many who shyed away.
Just like the Scarecrow wanted a brain...
I think I could use a bigger one too...
To hold my memories of sweet yesterdays...
And remember everything he used to do.
Just like the Tin Man wanted a heart...
I think I could use a new one too...
As mine is broken in a million pieces...
Somedays I just dont know what to do.
Like the Cowardly Lion who wanted some courage
I too want some courage....to help me climb this hill...
To help me keep moving through this world of grief
When the whole world seems to be standing still.
When the poppy flowers made Dorothy tired...
The Scarecrow was going to pull her along...
I too need friends to be by my side...
To listen and help me be strong.
If only this story was true
And my child could click his shoes three times or four..
And say theres no place like home...
And he would be back in my arms once more.
If only I could also wake up from this bad dream
And go back in time...
And have my child here once more...
And leave this thing called grief behind.
But since life is not a fairy tale...
And my wishes cannot come true,
We will remember him and all that he was
My beautiful child...I will always love you.
Yes, my child is somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high...
In a place that I heard of...
Once in a lullaby
Author unknown
~xxx~
Easter wishes to you sweet angel & all your family x x x
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***@——–HAPPY——@****Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
**@——-EASTER——–@***
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Youa are all in my thoughts today as always x x x x Love Jenny Dals Mum x x x x
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23rd April 2011
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'Twas the day before Easter
..and all through the woods,
The bunnies were busy
packing their goods.
The eggs were all coloured
so pretty and bright,
All things were 'go'
for the big, special night.
The baskets were waiting,
all decorated with care,
In hopes that the Bunny
soon would be there.
My little brother Sam
was asleep in his bed,
While visions of Easter eggs
rolled round his head.
And I in my pyjamas
with the cat on my lap,
I had just settled down
for a quick little nap.
When outside the window
I heard a great noise,
I sprang from my chair
and jumped over some toys.
As quick as a flash
to the window I flew,
I pulled up the shade
and, OH, what a view.
The moon on the meadow
cast a bright golden glow
And the wind blew the flowers
to and then fro.
Then all of a sudden
from out of nowhere,
Came some lively bunnies,
hopping here, hopping there!
Leading the group
with ears long and funny
Was a plump, all-white rabbit...
That's right...the EASTER BUNNY!
The bunnies hopped past,
one, two, three, four,
The rabbit called out
and then there were more.
'Come, Peter! , Come, Flopsy! ,
Come, Benny! , Come, Joe!
Now hop along! Hop along! Hop along! GO! '
So up on each doorstep
the bunnies did hop,
With baskets of eggs.
(Let's hope they don't drop) !
Just at that moment,
on the porch down below,
Came the stomping of feet
'Twas the rabbit, I know!
As I stepped from my window
I heard a loud sound.
Through the door came the rabbit
with a leap and a bound.
He was furry and soft
from his head to his feet.
To see him so close
was really quite neat.
He was surrounded by eggs
that had been carefully dyed.
Easter eggs galore he soon would hide.
His eyes were all twinkles,
His nose was so pink,
And I can't be too sure,
but I think he did wink.
He had a kind face
and a big fluffy tail
That bobbed up and down
like a boat with a sail.
A twitch of his nose
and a flick of his ear
Was his way of saying,
'You've nothing to fear.'
He uttered no sound
as he hopped all about
Hiding the eggs and leaving no doubt,
That the Easter bunny had come
like he does every year...
Bringing baskets of happiness
to children so dear.
Jana Ghossein
☆ LOVE TO YOU AT EASTER☆
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FROM JUDE.X X
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Our Chris x
Chris how I long to see those big brown laughing eyes, that perfect grin from ear to ear,
to hear you say Mum ,to hold you in my arms to laugh a while at something silly, to listen to one of your stories to see you sat on the step shorts tshirt & the hat socks & trainers & of course the cigarette & a energy drink take your pick lucozade red bull or even a couple of fruit shoots xxx that was then what would you be doing now miss you so much Chris my baby brown eyed boy xx
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LOTS OF LOVE SENT YOURE WAY.XXXXXX
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