S: In Loving Memory Of Christopher Aaron Siratt April 12, 1989- September 30, 2010
BC: Another night draws to a close, How strange to think that you are not out there in it. my heart is heavy, my eyelashes bejeweled with tears. I look to the stars, shining so brightly and beg for some insight into your fears, I long for your laughter, your tears, your unlived years. Your brilliant light, gone far too soon, my precious friend I would give anything could i have saved you from this end. I still don't like math Chris, You left that goal unmet. perhaps though, I don't despise it anymore. No more 3 am baring of our souls, no more hugs, for ever more. But that part of you which you shared with me, that brilliant piece of your heart and soul, shall live safely in mine, for as long as i shall linger here. I hate good byes, so instead i will simply say, I will see you again in the night sky. It is so strange to think that you are not out there in it, as another night draws to a close
FC: In Loving Memory of Christopher Aaron Siratt Miracle child- April 12, 1989 Guardian Angel- September 30, 2010
1: Christopher Aaron Siratt of Antioch community left this world on September 30, 2010. He was born to Earnest John "Johnny" Siratt and Debbie Ruth Siratt (nee Fuller) on April 12, 1989. Chris was a special son, brother, grandson, and friend. He is survived by his parents; his beloved friend and brother, John Vernon Siratt; grandparents, Mary E. Siratt and Vernon and Ruth Fuller; numerous aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends who loved him greatly and will miss him. | He was known to his family and a family of friends as a gentle soul, always lending an open heart, a listening ear, and a shoulder to lean on. Chris was very loyal to those in his life. He was a unique soul who wanted to be loved for who he was without compromising himself, his feelings, or ideas. He carried in his heart a tremendous love of animals especially his cats, Kitty, Lucky, Tabby, Minerva, and Loco, and Sally the dog. He also cherished the children in his life, devoting time and showing them love, guidance, and patience in all that they did together.
2: Christopher Aaron Siratt came into our lives late in the evening on April 12th, 1989. His birth was a miracle to a family that didn't think it could be blessed with another child. | Happy Child | Loving Brother | Grandpa's delight
3: His early years were filled with sickness, but his smile wouldn't fade. Family, friends, church, and pets filled his early years. He was a loving and trusting child. | Family was of utmost importance.
4: I remember the little boy that always smiled. The one that always had to ask mom if the stories I told him were true. “Momma, does bubba have other brothers out in the woods?” “Momma, is that a nuclear bomb?” I remember the boy that always swore he saw Bigfoot running down the driveway. I remember the little boy who wouldn't hunt, and the young man who rushed into traffic to save a kitten.- JV
5: Always smiling, always happy.
6: Always surrounded by love.
9: Moments of Joy
11: Beauty-ah!-A lovely thing, it is a gift that angels bring. Blessed few have that gift, blessed few are sweet and swift. | Do you know of a blessed one, who has the gift of the golden sun? Whose beauty glistens bright and fair, whose beauty goes from foot to hair? - Beauty - Christopher A. Siratt
12: I'll Love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, My baby you'll be.
13: As he grew, so did his interests in computers, mathematics, literature, and choir. His body and mind matured, his heart stayed open and loving. Chris was always ready and willing to lend a helping hand or protect those in need.
15: His loving gentle heart stayed true.. | from a tiny boy, to all grown up...
16: Chris was always there for those he loved. | Throughout his life, Family and friends meant the world to him.
17: Sometimes you just have to take a nap! One can't be busy all day long!
19: He really did love his Hawaiian shirts :)
23: Time spent with family, was time well spent.
24: Our Beautiful boy, With the shining Soul. a man of large body, large mind, large heart, and large heartbreak.
25: Chris' love for animals was prevalent throughout his life. Whether rescuing them, or nursing them back to life, they were one of his great loves.
26: My Love by Chris Siratt How much do I love thee? My love is bigger than a sea. It is not like the sun, Whose light brings fun, But goes away at night, Beyond our shallow sight. So the sun doesn't last, For a time, it's in the past. It is not like the spring, Which for a short time may bring, Light, love, and life, And washes away all strife, Then leaves the earth to burn away. Spring neither is here to stay. But my love is here forever, I swear that it will never, Turn away from thee, For my love is like a sea, That is here to stay. | Hope by Chris Siratt Hope is something we all need, It keeps us all alive. Without hope, every pain, Would cut like a knife. \Hope is the food, That we eat every day. Hope is the water, That we drink every day. \Hope is essential, Hope is very real. Hope is what is needed, Hope is what I feel. | A Loving Life by Chris Siratt To live, to live, life so sweet, To live, to live, for us to meet, To live, to live, was a treat. \To love, to love, is so grand, To love, to love, hand in hand, To love, to love, in this land. \To live a life of love, With you, my beautiful dove, A loving life, a living love, With you, my love, Would be so sweet, Would be so grand, To live a loving life in this land.
27: Earthen Delight- Chris Siratt Green trees whose leaves sway in the wind, below whose branches creatures roam. The clear blue water which rocks the shore, the beauty of the sea's white foam. Amidst the valley, among the hills, roving where ever we want to go, with gentle sky, her arms wide open, as all her beauty to us she shows. What clever creatures in these woods, who scamper far about the trees. We sit beneath their homes on high, For we have the gift to do as we please. We bow our heads in deep respect, To thank our world for all her glory. We thank her for the times we have, And all our life-long stories.
28: On This Day for Chris Siratt. by Jonathan Carroll on Wednesday, 06 October 2010 at 14:16 I feel like I should say something important. Something noble and heart-warming. But all the good things have already been said. All of the great things have been said by better men than me, and they are all true and generic and timeless. So I will say this: Chris was a friend. Chris was human and he was a friend. What happened was tragic and wrong, and it seems that we are all having a hard time dealing with this, as well we should. Because when you come across someone like Chris Siratt, your life is supposed to be changed. I knew this person since I was eight years old, we laughed together, grew up together, talked together and knew each other the way that you only know a handful of people within your lifetime. He is the reason that I know words like "misanthrope" and "nihilism" --the reason why cold weather reminds me of friendship and days well spent on an intellectual battleground. He is the reason why I wish to be a better person even to this day, someone worth talking to, someone worth conversing with. While we had our ups and downs, our stretches of silence between us, it doesn't matter now. Now, when we are separated by the greatest silence of all, I realize that I have lost a true friend. But I shall not weep, I shall not hang my head down and cease to live because of this loss of life. Mostly because I know that Chris wouldn't enjoy this, he would say something terse and poignant about moving on with my life and bettering myself, he would probably encourage me to build a monument to his greatness. (If only I could, men of his caliber deserve such things.) The other reason I will not wallow in the defeat of this young life is because I know that this is not the end. I know that I shall see Chris again. The poet John Donne wrote: "Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me . . . One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die. " And this is how I think of Chris, carried into the next world by a soft sleep that he will soon awake from. It is not death but ever-lasting life that he has entered into, and that is something to cherish. His pain has ended and he has nothing to fear anymore. And while it might seem that ours is just beginning, we have to remember the love that we felt for him, the power of his words and the pull that he had over our lives. These are the things that we have to remember now. The goodness that he held inside of him, the things that we will miss and what we will one day see again. Rest in peace dear friend, you've earned it.
29: MEMORIES- By John Vernon Siratt Ipsemet – In Latin it means, “his very own self” I remember the little boy that always smiled. The one that always had to ask mom if the stories I told him were true. “Momma, does bubba have other brothers out in the woods?” “Momma, is that a nuclear bomb?” I remember the boy that always swore he saw Bigfoot running down the driveway. I remember the little boy who wouldn't hunt, and the young man who rushed into traffic to save a kitten. IPSEMET I remember the fear and concern in his eyes when I woke up in a hospital bed from my own mistakes. The feeling I had let him down and not wanting to do that again. All the games we played together, all the long talks we had. My impatience, his hurt My love and his love. IPSEMET I remember our differences, but they pale in comparison to all that we shared. He will no longer be around for me to relive an old memory, test out a new idea, or just enjoy his company. I remember his pain and his frustration. But even more I remember his poems, his stories, his programs, his math, and his dreams. I remember his love. Ipsemet was the name he used so often online for his work and friendships. It is fitting. But to me, he will always be Christopher Aaron, my baby brother. NON DUCOR DUCO
30: In Loving Memory of Christopher Aaron Siratt by Rosetta Ballew on Tuesday, 05 October 2010 at 16:43 I met Chris on my first day of student teaching at Malvern High School. He was the aloof slightly mysterious genius, I the terrified, slightly odd intern. Over the course of that semester, i got to know the gentle soul that he often kept hidden behind a rugged exterior and witty attitude. Once that semester ended, i was sad that i might lose touch with him, but he found me online, and we continued our friendship online. We became much more than student and former teacher. Countless 3 am messenger conversations later, the majority of which he kept and encrypted, i am sure, we showed up in the same room, training for a summer job. That summer was one of the best i ever had, mostly because i spent 3-4 hours a week at least with Chris, every single week. We would conspire and pass noted during team meetings, and hang out afterward, only to eventually go home and spend the rest of the night online, talking about everything we could possibly come up with... including math >_<... which i never understood... Chris was one of the gentlest souls i have ever met. His kindness, humor, intelligence, and spirit will not be soon forgotten. I am blessed that I had the honor to be a part of his life. I have spent the last few days writing... and writing more... Last night all of my poems showed me how they fit together into one... and i would like to share it as well... Another night draws to a close, How strange to think that you are not out there in it. my heart is heavy, my eyelashes bejeweled with tears. I look to the stars, shining so brightly and beg for some insight into your fears, I long for your laughter, your tears, your unlived years. Your brilliant light, gone far too soon, my precious friend I would give anything could i have saved you from this end. I still don't like math Chris, You left that goal unmet. perhaps though, I don't despise it anymore. No more 3 am baring of our souls, no more hugs, for ever more. But that part of you which you shared with me, that brilliant piece of your heart and soul, shall live safely in mine, for as long as i shall linger here. I hate good byes, so instead i will simply say, I will see you again in the night sky. It is so strange to think that you are not out there in it, as another night draws to a close
31: A kitten's story I mewed quietly, lost and alone. I was unsure why my humans had left me all alone in this woodsy spot. It was so very far from home. I was hungry and missed I mama's soft fur and warm milk. Suddenly, as though he were an angel, a young man scooped me gently into his large hands. He was not one of my humans, but the gently glow, which I could see with my tiny blue eyes, told me that might perhaps be MY HUMAN... that one.. the one... that all kittens look for... He was definitely more gentle and far kinder than my old humans. I snuggled close to his furry chin as he muttered human words that I did not quite understand at me. " who could have left you here all alone little one, you are far too little to be here by your self". I mewed softly, not sure what he was asking, but pretty sure it was a question... If he really was my human, perhaps he could understand me... even if i could not understand him. "Mew did not leave you out here all alone silly baby, but i bet you are hungry and cold" he said as he gently scratched me under the chin and behind the ears before nestling me into a pocket on the front of his chest, right next to his heart. As he climbed back into the noisy traveling machine, i curled up and fell asleep in his warm pocket... i was safe, and no longer alone. His heartbeat was a great comfort to me, and i was rather certain that he really was my human. The next thing i knew he was waking me up, trying to pry my tiny mouth open... i was scared and a little confused, but he was still radiating his warm glow, and he was being very gentle... i still snapped my tiny jaws down on the piece of plastic he had placed in my mouth, as i did, something warm, almost like mama's milk, shot out of the plastic and hit my throat... "what was that?" i wondered. my human was talking to me again, so i focused carefully on his voice, trying to understand him. "i know this cannot be as good as your mama's milk little one, but it is the best we have. you have to eat... come on sweet heart... " Eat... eat... EAT!!! i knew that word... mama's humans had used that word when mama got her food! Unsure of what to do, i snapped my little jaws together again, and the same thing happened... but this was going to take a while... I realized i might be able to suckle this as i had mama... as i did the sweet warm liquid began to fill my tummy... i was safe, warm, and now full... I drifted off to sleep to my human singing softly " you are my sunshine, my only sunshine" . I grew up surrounded by his love, sleeping frequently in his facial hair. I learned his words, and saw his beauty. I knew that sometimes people did not see my human as I did. I wished i could tell them how blind they were. How could they not see his gentle soul, his bright and shining goodness? How could they miss his warmth, kindness, generosity? his understanding and acceptance for all, just as they were? How could anyone be unkind to my HumanAngel? I knew that there were other warm and glowing humans too, some of whom my human and i lived with. They loved and accepted my human just as he was. They fed his shining bright glow when others, the bad others, had lessened it. Some of his humans just visited, and others i knew lived somewhere else... not inside his com pew ter as I had once thought, but all around the world. But I knew one thing, these humans were the good others, the ones that also boosted and fed his brightness as he spent long nights, his gentle fingers tapping on the keys into the wee hours of the morning. When he had been with the "good people" or talking to them, his glow was a brilliant shimmering white light. But sadly, my human was too gentle, too precious for this world. The darkness slipped in quickly, too fast for me or the "good people" to realize how bad it had gotten. No one had time to save my human. But i am not alone. I am not cold, hungry nor am i unloved. His "good people" are all around me, and sometimes, i think i see his shining white glow surrounding me and his good people, feel his gentle fingers stroking my fur, scratching behind my ears, and hear his gentle voice, telling me he loves me. My Human really is my Angel now. He watches over me, and all of those who simply loved him, and helped him to glow. Dedicate to Christopher Aaron Siratt > a view of Chris from a kitten/ cat's eyes.
32: In a field of dreams I stand confused I've plenty of choices, yet no will to choose My hope has expired, my faith grown slim A cruel, disrespecting fate has taken a dear friend This pain has no equal, this sorrow no end The past I can not change, the future I can not see But till I embrace him in heaven, in my heart he shall be. Chris Siratt: April 12, 1989 - October 1, 2010 03 October at 18:24 Travis Henson | In loving memory how oft we forget Our lives become tangled with envy and regret We push to the side what we do not understand Our memories become as scattered grains of sand Many things we cherish but fail to appreciate We are hesitant to care but we are quick to hate We toss our feelings to the wind with time steadily passing by Tomorrow may be too late though today all is fine The time is never right till too much time has passed So share your feelings daily precious moments can go so fast. Travis Henson | A light so bright. Burned out, way too soon. A brilliant mind, Gone far before his time. A friend, a confidant Gone in the blink of an eye. My heart ripped out, A hole where love did live. I hate good byes, So instead,I will say, See you again in the sky. -Rosetta Ballew | Broken hearts spread out across the land Tear filled eyes as far as I can see, Or maybe the heart and eyes just belong to me. We may not have talked much in the last few months But you are an important part of who I am The thoughts we shared, Of life, beliefs and fears, Now bring me to tears. My love for you, the love of a friend I would give anything Could it have saved you from this end. You will be missed dearly, Life more empty without your laugh, Your humor your attempts to make me like math When things were hard, I reached out to you, Why did you not call were you just experimenting again, And this time it went to far? I will miss you But visit some, if heaven is not too far. Rosetta Ballew | My heart is heavy My eyelashes bejeweled with tears I look to the stars shining brightly and beg for some insight on your fears. Your laughter, your tears, your unlived years How I wish you were not gone. Unsaid words, undone actions, if only I could go back in time. Things I could have said, Stories I could have told, and listened to you tell as well. Might have made a difference, But you will never tell. I still don’t like Math, Chris, You left that undone Perhaps though, I don’t quite despise it anymore, I remember the first day I met you I could see your lazy brilliance in your eyes. You were too smart for high school English And too apathetic to care. Something in that rebel smile Told me I would remember you for quite a while. When my internship was done, Our friendship truly had begun. I poured my heart out to you, At 3 am. And received a part of you as well. A small piece that I shall treasure. As long as I shall live, a part of you lives in me. Rosetta Ballew