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He was my son.
He was an older brother, a friend, a student.
His life was cut short.
He died too soon.
His life was abruptly ended.
I miss him.
His family misses him.

When I remember him, I will remember him forever as my little boy.
I will remember the days when he was my little baby, I will remember when I used to take him everywhere.
I will remember all the drawings I hung on the refrigerator.
I will remember the story behind every photo of him I have.
I will hold all memories of him dear.
I am saddened, knowing that I will never make any more memories with him.

In death he is preceded by his father, my husband.
Even when his father died, he was my strong little boy.
He comforted his younger brother when I couldn't.
He comforted me.

His death comes as a shock to us all.
To think he would be murdered, on his favorite holiday no less.
The day right after his birthday.
My son, my little boy.

I think I speak for everyone here, when I say he will be missed.
For all the things he missed out on in life.
I know almost all his friends, but I've never seen him bring home a date.
He'll never finish high school, he'll never go to college.
He'll never get married, he'll never attend his little brother's wedding.
Instead of him one day going to my funeral, it is his funeral I must attend.

If he could see us here now, I know he would be telling me to stop crying.
He would tell everyone to stop crying over him.
Most people just say this, but I can say it about my son and know it to be true.
I don't know if I believe in the afterlife, I don't know what any of you believe happens when we die.
I know my son used to joke around, and say he'd never die, and if he did, he would come back to life, just to laugh at death.
Oh how I wish he'd been right.
How I wish he was here with us now.

Whatever he faces in death, I hope he finds true happiness in his afterlife.

RIP

Christopher J. Moore

Description
He was my son.
He was an older brother, a friend, a student.
His life was cut short.
He died too soon.
His life was abruptly ended.
I miss him.
His family misses him.

When I remember him, I will remember him forever as my little boy.
I will remember the days when he was my little baby, I will remember when I used to take him everywhere.
I will remember all the drawings I hung on the refrigerator.
I will remember the story behind every photo of him I have.
I will hold all memories of him dear.
I am saddened, knowing that I will never make any more memories with him.

In death he is preceded by his father, my husband.
Even when his father died, he was my strong little boy.
He comforted his younger brother when I couldn't.
He comforted me.

His death comes as a shock to us all.
To think he would be murdered, on his favorite holiday no less.
The day right after his birthday.
My son, my little boy.

I think I speak for everyone here, when I say he will be missed.
For all the things he missed out on in life.
I know almost all his friends, but I've never seen him bring home a date.
He'll never finish high school, he'll never go to college.
He'll never get married, he'll never attend his little brother's wedding.
Instead of him one day going to my funeral, it is his funeral I must attend.

If he could see us here now, I know he would be telling me to stop crying.
He would tell everyone to stop crying over him.
Most people just say this, but I can say it about my son and know it to be true.
I don't know if I believe in the afterlife, I don't know what any of you believe happens when we die.
I know my son used to joke around, and say he'd never die, and if he did, he would come back to life, just to laugh at death.
Oh how I wish he'd been right.
How I wish he was here with us now.

Whatever he faces in death, I hope he finds true happiness in his afterlife.

RIP

Christopher J. Moore