Memories About Kristofer


danielleMay 2, 2008 @ 8:36 am

hahah mom and me were talking this morning about our seniors skip day today..and i remember when kris would make up his own skip days all the time lol..everytime he stayed home he said it was senior skip day hahaha little did he know we knew it wasnt! lol miss you kris and love you <33

AmyApril 23, 2008 @ 8:48 pm

Speaking of cereal bowls...he did the same thing at my house... and you should of seen his CUP!!!! One word...HUGE!!! The only of person I met that eats as much cereal as Kris is my lil Brandon... he sure takes after his Uncle Kris... Love ya Kris

BrendaApril 23, 2008 @ 8:08 pm

I was just thinking about Kris and his cereal bowls! Remember how much cereal he could eat!!! I remember everytime Val or I would see a big plastic bowl at the $ store we always say "That one is big enough for Kris!" I can't believe we will never get to buy him another cereal bowl. I hope heaven has bowls big enough for him!

KatieBugApril 17, 2008 @ 8:28 pm

I remember the day that i went to the park with ashley and Andrea and I left my scooter with andi at the park and walked home with ash.But Andrea forgot it so we went to go get it and a little girl took it and would not give it back.So kris went up there to get it from the little girl and she would not give it back but she finally did.Thanks Krissy Bear.

KatrinaApril 17, 2008 @ 3:59 pm

I remember when you would turn up your music so loud. I couldn't stand it. I would tell you I'm going to cut all you chords. So you couldn't listen to it anymore. All you would do is turn it up LOUDER. I would give anything to hear you play your music again. Love you, Katirna

BrendaApril 12, 2008 @ 6:39 pm

I was just looking at the decal on the back of our van and remembered when Kris was trying to put it on the window for me. He had more help than he needed so it got a little crooked. Oh well now when I look at it I remember the day he put it on for me and funny it was.

Love, Mom

MelissaApril 11, 2008 @ 6:53 pm

I remember when Kris was just a little boy (and I mean just a baby) we lived in Ohio I would take him almost nightly to my bed and he would lay on my chest and I would rock him to sleep. How funny to remember that cause I used to do that with Andrew when he was just little. The best feeling ever is to have a baby fall asleep on you.Great memories!!!! Hope everyone is doing great!!! Always thinking about you Kris!!! I took care of a heart reciepent today and it made me think of Kris because this guy was so thankful you should have heard him. What a great and blessed thing you did for those individuals . Love, Missy xoxoxoxo

AlyciaApril 10, 2008 @ 9:59 pm

I heard that poem today and thought of Kris.

AlyciaApril 10, 2008 @ 9:58 pm

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

I am the song that will never end.

I am the love of family and friend.

I am the child who has come to rest

In the arms of the Father who knows him best.

When you see the sunset fair,

I am the scented evening air.

I am the joy of a task well done.

I am the glow of the setting sun.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!

By Mary Frye and Wilbur Skeels

...April 10, 2008 @ 9:42 pm

I remember the TRASH CAN!!!! Kris kept that black metal trash can in his room filled with various candy/chips... Lindsay would sneak in at times and steal his candy bars... then she'd deny it of course! He finally told her there was a camera in his room so she'd stay out... lol...but that didn't stop her... she then would crawl on the floor thinking the camera wouldn't capture that part of it! He also looked for her Foot Prints on his carpet!!!! lol... those two were so funny together:o)

Memories about Kristofer