Christopher Sirju
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October 3rd 1985... God gave me a beautiful love and to cherish for the rest of my life..or so I thought. The bond that was formed on that day was precious and nothing was going to change that. October 3rd will always be close to my heart...I gave birth to my son and I learnt how to live, laugh and love. People say when you have children you whole life changes.It does because their life becomes yours. People never say what happens when your children I know...your whole life changes. I will always remember how much love I felt from the first time I held him in my arms. I will remember how much I learnt to laugh and to love. Chris' life will always be celebrated...his love will always be remembered and his heart will always be in my heart.


This memorial website was created in the memory of my beloved son, Christopher Dominic Sirju who was born in Trinidad West Indies on October 03, 1985 and passed away on January 22, 2006 at the age of 20. We will remember him forever. 
I named Chris after the little boy in the TV show "Dallas" and after my youngest brother. They both shared their birthdays in October.  Dominic was chosen because it was the Saint Day-October 3rd. When I found out I was pregnant with Chris, his dad wanted a son so much that I went along with the dream too. I said that if it's a boy I want a real tough little Dennis the Menace. Boy did I get it. Chris loved life and he lived it to the fullest. He always knew how to have fun and to laugh no matter what. His favourite colour became red...since we qualified to go to Germany and his favourite food was everything and anything. Chris loved music. His favourite was anything reggae and the last song he sang was Damien Marley's "The Road to Zion". His favourite pastime was building computers and his passion was bodybuilding.
On January 21st 2006 he wanted to go out. He went to school that morning. Got home around 2:00pm, had a chicken roti for lunch and went for a nap. We went to Church that evening. He sat next to me. He received Holy Communion. We hugged and kissed for the sign of peace. When we got home he had dinner. We looked at National Geographic Channel and ate Lays Potato chips. Later that night he went out and had a grand time. He safely dropped his friend Christian home and five minutes after he had that tragic accident that took him away from us. That was the worse day of my life...when I saw my precious son, always so full of life now had none.
Everyday I thank God for giving him to me. He, without knowing it, was the wind beneath my wings. Chris once said to me that God had great plans for him and I always told him that he was destined for greatness...I didn't think those plans were not meant for this earth but for heaven.



           When you remember me, 
    it means that you have carried 
     something of  who I am with you, 
     that I have left some mark of who I am 
        on who you are.  
        It means that you can summon 
          me back to your mind even though
          countless years and miles
            may stand between us. 
            It means that if  we meet again, 
             you will know me.
              It means that after I die, 
            you can still see my face and hear my voice 
           and speak to me in your heart.





Please feel free to light a candle in Chris' name and, if possible, contribute any stories, poems, photos, or videos about him. In order to pay tribute, please click on the Tributes & Condolences tab above this page.


  If I could have one lifetime wish,
A dream that would come true;
I'd pray to God with all my heart
For yesterday and you.

A thousand words wont bring you back,
I know because I've tried.
Neither will a thousand tears,
I know because I've cried.

You left behind my broken heart,
And happy memories too.
But I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you

We walked together, you and I.
                           A mother and her son.
                We had hopes and dreams for tomorrow,
                           But tomorrow didn't come.

             We walked together, you and I.
                   We talked, we laughed, we loved.
                       We shared so many happy times
                 And for that, I thank the Lord above.

              We walked together, You and I,
                             But only for a short time.
                             For all too soon it ended
                     Leaving pieces of broken hearts behind.

                And even though I miss you,
                          More than words can say,
                  I thank God that I got to walk with you
                     Every precious moment of every day.






                   DAD'S GRIEF  


        It must be very difficult,
            To be a man in grief,
since men don't cry and men are strong,
          No tears can bring relief.

           It must be very difficult,
            To stand up to the test

          And take calls and visitors,
          So she can get some rest.

      They always ask if she's alright,
         And what she's going through
    But seldom take his hand and ask,
         "My friend,but how are you?"

        He hears her crying in the night,
         And thinks his heart will break
     He dries her tears and comforts her,
          But stays strong for her sake.

              It must be very difficult,
               To start each day anew
            And try to be so very brave..
                  He lost his Son too


Good men must die, but death can not kill their names 

 Chris touched many lives in ways that we would have never imagined. Everyday we are reminded of the difference he made and we are so very proud of him.
We hope that all of you cherish his memories and 

remember the lessons learnt.
We are truly blessed to have been his family.

The Many Moods of Chris....

   With his sister


A nite out with Lee-Ann

  At school

               With the fellas

 Before                 a nite out...

Oh those calls--688-9696

He loved his music..

     Sirju..the chef    
No one could cook a curry duck like  Chris. 

From his 18th birthday in 2003 a curry duck lime was born.                      
He loved to cook up his special dishes and equally enjoyed having them. 

The first time Chris cooked was when he was about 9 yrs old. He was at home and I was at work. He called me up to see if I wanted to come home during my lunch hour. He insisted, I thought he was lonely so I went. When I got there my boy made pelau, with two pieces of chicken (he said he did not want to waste the chicken). He said "Mom, I have a surprise for you..I made lunch". I was speechless, mainly because it was scary thinking that he was at the stove...alone. But then that's Chris..never afraid.
We sat together and ate. All the while he was looking at me to see my reaction.
It was the most delicious tasted good and it was made with so much LOVE.


    OCTOBER 3RD 1985  ------- JANUARY  22ND 2006

Possessions and all the things you collect --
These are the things that tie you down, hold you back.
In this world, I don't have much, just the clothes on my
back and this burning desire in my heart.
But that's alright because I'm on my way to something bigger

Bodybuilding... This is my life...
So I take a deep breath, I look up
and brace myself for what comes next.

You do it because you have something to 
prove to yourself.
This Life , This Trip, This Journey...
It's all about Enlightenment.

Until then you will live in a shadow, in the darkness,
in a place few will ever see....
Where ugliness becomes beautiful.

Taken from posters Chris put up on his wall two weeks before he left us. 

Chris we love you and pray that your life serves as a reminder to all who knew you that to Love is the most important gift we can give.
Thanks for the memories. You will always be our son and brother and friend.
You are truly a Great Soul.
Rest In Peace Sirju...

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Tributes and Condolences
My sincere condolences   / Sara Pero (Sisters Friend )
I stumbled across this while searching for my old school friend Kristen. I remember hearing about this and being so shocked. Kristen and Christopher went to my school in London and I remembered the majestic energy they carried. I knew they where from...  Continue >>
Priceless memories   / NICHELLE PETERSON (Class mate )
Hey my thoughts jus ran on Christopher today and I decided to google his name and I came across this very touching page. I went to Modsec with Christopher from form 1 to 3. I had a crush on him in form 2 and then we ended up in the same class in form...  Continue >>
Ten years ago   / Mum
Chris, Your death will always pull at my heart and I will never stop grieving for you because you are my child. It was a sad morning and even the night before I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about that Satuday night. I even woke up at 3am and t...  Continue >>
8th anniversary   / Nina (Mum)
Eight years and I still long to see you, to hear your voice and that laugh. I miss you and always will. There's nothing we do in our home and we don't think about you Chris. So many people ask me how I cope and my answer is simply "I don't know" . T...  Continue >>
Condolence  / Cindy Boyer (none, I'm hoping to share some comfort with you )
Dear Nina, I'm very sorry to read of the tragic loss of your beloved son Christopher, and I want to offer my heartfelt sympathy to you and your family. Please don't be offended by my writing, since I don't know you; but I'm hoping that you will find ...  Continue >>
the journey....  / Mummy     Read >>
Messages from fb  / Nina     Read >>
My Epiphany..five years later  / Nina (His loving mother )    Read >>
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