In Loving Memory of
Christopher Bret Fuit
May 25, 1972 - May 18, 1985



Christopher's Story


On May 25, 1972, God gave a sixteen year old unwed mother a son. Never did the mother regret her decision to raise her son
with as much love as possible as there wasn't going to be much else. Through the years Christopher Bret was blessed with two younger brothers.
The saying 'I am my brothers keeper' was written for Christopher, I am sure. He loved his brothers with all he had
and he was a true older brother. As there was no father in their lives, they were totally dependent on each other,
and Chris filled the shoes of a true grown-up man.


Chris was also his mother's strength to go each day and try to make their lives better. He never complained about growing up fast
and being the man around the house. He always said, "Mom you work hard now and when I am an adult I will work hard
and take care of you." He knew he would get some kind of sport scholarship to go to college, he excelled
in any sport he played. His favorite sport was football and he was a tackle and tight end. But he loved all sports.
I knew someday I would watch him professionally.



But sadly Chris never reached his dreams. Only five months after the marriage of the family with a step-father,
Chris was killed in a hunting accident one week before he turned thirteen. He never got to finish school and go to college
and on to pro sports. He never married nor had children. I think of this daily now as I have watched his brothers grow, marry
and have families. I know life goes on and people move in and out of your life, but the pain
of missing my son has never gone away. I work around it daily and talk to him daily. It has been 32 years
for me and at times it is like yesterday. I still miss him so so much.



These are two beautiful and loving gifts for Angel Christopher
from my dear friend, Carol, mom to Angel Michael.






These two special gifts for Angel Christopher are from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here ~ Rob Northrop's Site.







I feel I need to tell you the story about this poem below...


My son was killed while United Airlines was on strike. The father of the boy that shot my son was a United Airline pilot.
After calling my mother in CA to come here to WA, she was put on a flight that before it left was canceled.
She then began to go hysterical, and they finally got her on a flight a United flight and sat her in 1st class,
as she was too upset to go any further. She was set next to a gentleman that talked to her and found out the reason
for her being so upset and the flight to Seattle. She told him all about our boy and how awesome he was.
As the plane landed in Seattle he handed her this poem. It was read at his funeral
by his girlfriend (his first) (loved his freckles).
We have tried to find this man but cannot. I hope he knows how much this poem means to me.


To Our Chris

We come today to say farewell
Though we don't fully understand
Our Chris has gone to be with God
Some where far beyond

He was a gentle caring boy
In his short life he gave his all
This thought of him will always hold
He stood so very tall

Still we have so much of him
Through seeds that he has sown
In his family, in his sports
So much good has surely grown

Though now we sadly say farewell
We'll meet again beyond the stars
That is the glory of our faith
The promise that is ours

So here's to you our cherished son
This salute sent high above
You have the most that we can give
For you carry all our love

   






This is a beautiful gift from my dear friend, Saralyn, mom to Angel Robbie.


My son went by Chris most of the time. "Stoph" was given to him
by his native American grandfather.
I would like The Dance for the music.




Red and black were his favorite colors, such a boy. These were the colors that hunters and fishermen wore.
He had a tabby cat when he died and a sheltie dog, but he loved all animals as we lived
on a small horse ranch.




Chris very seldom watched TV, he truly loved the outdoors. I know before we moved to WA my brother taught my sons
how to surf in CA and Chris had told me if he could live anywhere it would be where he learned to surf.
That is where we scattered his ashes.


Ironically 4 months and 10 days later, we scattered my brother's ashes there too, as he was murdered
right after my son was killed. 1985 was a rough year for my family.






   



MEMORIES OF YOU

I remember everything about you
your voice, your smile, your touch,
the way you walked, the way you talked,
the way you looked at me meant so much.

I remember all the words you said to me,
some funny, some kind, some wise,
all the things you did for me
I see now with different eyes.

I remember every moment we shared,
seems like only yesterday,
or maybe it was eons ago,
it is really hard to say.

You are gone from me now but,
one thing they can't take away,
Your memory resides inside my heart
and lights up my darkest days!
~ Author Unknown


   






Can You Hear Me
Performed by Ashley Gearing

Time passes by so quickly
But I guess I thought you'd be here forever
I never even had a chance To say goodbye
There's so many things to tell you
Left unsaid until now

Can you hear me when I talk to you?
Do the words I say ever make it through?
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
'Cause I'd give anything if I knew

Every night I have the same dream
The one where you get to hold me
We laugh and talk until the morning
And then you vanish, yeah
It always leaves me feeling helpless
When I wake up and you're not there

Can you hear me when I talk to you?
Do you know how much I'd love to be with you?
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
'Cause I'd give anything if I just knew

Living in this world without you
I constantly search through my memories
Hoping that I find some treasures That I passed over, yeah
All that I took for granted
Means so much now and I won't let it go

Can you hear me when I talk to you?
'Cause I never said some things that I meant to
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
'Cause I'd give anything if I just knew

You know I never said some things that I meant to
Can you hear me when I talk to you?
'Cause I'd give anything if I just knew

I miss you Baby






This is a gift from my dear friend, Susie, mom to Angel Jason.





The mention of my child's name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.

If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.
~ Author Unknown




Dear Debbie
I am truly sorry for your loss of such a handsome young man.
He was definately welcomed in HEAVEN BY OUR LORD
GOD BLESS
Sue-Anne/LEE




In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera





A friend can hear a tear drop.




This webpage is created
In Loving Memory of Christopher Bret Fuit

on September 15, 2007
Last updated: May 25, 2017
2007 - 2017









Maria's Tribute to Christopher


In Loving Memory of Your Angel Christopher
My prayers are with you
Ann, Laurasmom



A small gift for the parents of Christopher Bret Fuit from one grieving parent to another.
May God bless and comfort you always.
GEOFFREY P. EDWARDS