Christopher Patrick Green

“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no false air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.”
Written by Henry Scott Holland

Christopher Patrick Green was brave and strong and fought cancer to the very end. He was a wonderful son, brother, and friend. He was an AMAZING father. Chris was happiest spending time with family and friends. Chris’s favorite job was as a “hockey dad”, he loved being at the rink with his Patrick. He grew giant pumpkins, always looking forward to beating his record the next year. Chris was a hard worker, he wanted the best for his family. He loved his epic camping adventures, sports, and backyard bonfires. His ready smile, quick wit, and selflessness made him easy to love. Chris’s love remains in the hearts of all who knew him, laughed with him, and loved him. Please continue to keep his family in your thoughts and prayers. We will miss you, Chris.

Condolences can be sent to P.O. Box 244 or 112 Rose Street, Rose City, MI 48654.