So many people have shared with me their stories of times spent with Chris.  With each story I feel as though I am able to have one more moment with him.  Please share your thoughts and memories of Chris with us.  Send them to DarcySare@yahoo.com and I will post them here.

Today I was sitting at my computer at work, I was looking something up (though it has escaped me now what it was) and I found myself here. I have come here to visit and to read what others have written about my cousin Chris, but have never been able to write something of my own. I'm not sure why. I have Chris' picture up in my living room and I look at it every day. I remember when we were little we were, for a while, the only kids that trampled through Grandma and Grandpa's house. I have one memory in particular that defines the wonderful, caring heart that Chris possessed... We were probably 3&4 and were playing in the back yard at Darcy's house. Chris was showing me how to climb up onto a fence or something and I fell. I remember crying because it hurt. Chris' first instinctual reaction was to try and pick me up. Though he had huge muscles, even then, he was still only a little guy and couldn't pick me up. Chris didn't give up...he helped me up and brushed the dirt off of my knees and asked if I was okay. For some reason it didn't hurt anymore. He walked me over to my Mom and Aunt Darcy and began to tell them what happened, at the risk of getting himself into trouble because we weren't supposed to be climbing on that fence. Even as young as he was then, Chris had a way of picking you up, dusting you off and making the hurt go away...all the while, setting himself and his feelings, so unselfishly aside. I was five when we moved to Las Vegas, though I would often visit Corona during summer breaks. Every time I came to visit, it was as if Chris and I had never been apart. I miss you Chris and I will love you always. ~Wendy Dawn

CHRIS and I had an agreement--If I was really good--he would let me share my car with him.  The first car we shared was an old gray Buick (it looked like a gangster car).  Then he sometimes drove the pink dune buggy--any of you go on a wild ride with him in that "little car"?  If cars (or his friends) could talk--I'm sure my cars traveled to some 'exciting' places.  I loved sharing my cars with CHRIS, but I have to admit that many prayers followed him out the door.

Laughter (BIG, BIG, laughter), excitement (ALWAYS excitement), joy (PRECIOUS       joy)--that's what I remember about CHRIS.  Living life with such love and enthusiasm--his presence completely filled to overflowing a room, a home, a heart (MY heart).  Oh, how I loved him (I know many of you felt the same way about our precious CHRIS).

Scripture tells us there's "a time to weep" and "a time to laugh", CHRIS gave us many times to laugh, but now we weep.

"A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance;" (Eccl 3:4) 

By Chris' Grandmother - Sandy Sare

Chris loved to laugh and to have others laugh with him.  In my mind I can still hear it, that deep hardy laugh of his.  When Chris was young, maybe 9 or so he was playing youth tackle football.  I guess the boys on the team had been telling jokes after practice one day and Chris came home and shared one with me.  I don't remember the actual joke, I just remember that it was a racial joke -- about Mexicans.  I gently told him "honey, you are half Mexican", that thought had not occurred to him.   I am sure that those of you who knew Chris, knew that he had friends of all races, and backgrounds... money, popularity, race, none of those worldly things were important to him.  He saw people through his heart, not his eyes.  I loved that about him.  By Chris' Mom

My family and I will miss Chris.  Chris was put on this earth by God, to touch our family's lives.  He was one of those kids with a big heart.  I say kid because my husband and I have always thought of him as one of our own.    We met Chris in his early years of high school and our families seemed inseparable for a couple of years.  Chris and his brother Joey would hangout at our house, as well as our daughters at theirs.  Our girls babysat their brothers and sister, we have all went to church together and the boys attended youth group with our daughter.  My memories of Chris are many.  I still have furniture that Chris and my husband broke, wrestling over.  He would come over at times just to talk.  There were times he would try to convince my husband and I to take him driving or let him use one of our cars (after he told us of a couple of accidents he had had), and because it was Chris who asked, we actually considered it.  One time our daughter Niki ran away from home, right down the street to Chris and Joey's house.  Chris took Niki out (crying) to cheer her up and visit his friends.  Then right back to her family,  he had talk her into returning home.  He knew what was important.  We love Chris, his love for life, his caring spirit, and warm heart will remain here with us.  We know now he is in the hands of our Lord and we are all glad and thankful for the time God gave him to us.  By Deborah Johnson