Use the diagrams to locate Christopher J. Adams’s name on the Donor Memorial.
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Read Tributes for Christopher J. Adams
Chris “Skip” Adams was one of the best people I ever had the pleasure of knowing, and it’s awesome to know that some one out there is living life with a small part of Chris in them. His legacy continues on. Thank you for everything. RIP my brother.
You showed me how to love and to support one another in good times and in bad. While I miss you so much, I can feel you around me at all times. I will use what you taught me and will keep pushing on because I know that is what you wanted. I promise to carry out your legacy by caring and teaching people to treat each other with love and respect no matter who you are or what you want to be. I am very proud of you, as you will always be a hero and a saver of lives. “If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine, And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung. Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own? It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken. Perhaps they’re better left unsung,I don’t know, don’t really care. Let there be songs to fill the air!”
Chris “Skip” Adams was one of the best people I ever had the pleasure of knowing, and it’s awesome to know that some one out there is living life with a small part of Chris in them. His legacy continues on. Thank you for everything. RIP my brother.
You showed me how to love and to support one another in good times and in bad. While I miss you so much, I can feel you around me at all times. I will use what you taught me and will keep pushing on because I know that is what you wanted. I promise to carry out your legacy by caring and teaching people to treat each other with love and respect no matter who you are or what you want to be. I am very proud of you, as you will always be a hero and a saver of lives. “If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine, And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung. Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own? It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken. Perhaps they’re better left unsung,I don’t know, don’t really care. Let there be songs to fill the air!”