Christopher Sirju
(1985-2006)
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REMEMBER ME...
                     
If tomorrow starts without me,
and I’m not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
All filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you
wouldn’t cry,
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things
We didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me
As much as I love you,
And each time you think of me
I know you’ll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready
In heaven far above,
And that I’d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned and walked away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I’d always thought,
I didn’t want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much yet to do.
It seemed almost impossible
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, 
the good ones and the bad.
I thought of all the love we shared 
and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you,
and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realised 
that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories
would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I thought of you and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.

When GOD looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne,
He said "This is eternity,
and all I've promised you.
Today for life on earth is past
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow
but today will always last,
and since each day is the same
there's no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true,
though there were times you did some things,
You knew you shouldn't do.
You have been forgiven 
and now at last you are free.
So won't you take my hand
And share my life with me?"

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we are far apart,
For everytime you think of me,
I'm right here in you heart.





Celebrating the Life of Christopher Dominic Sirju: Chris' Eulogy written and read by his mum.  

Erica Williams said of her father’s passing. ”It is hard to say goodbye to someone you love perhaps more than life itself”
  
  On the other hand Khalil Gibran speaks of children in  The Prophet…
  
  Your children are not your children.
  They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
  They came through you but not from you,
  And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
  
  You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
  For they have their own thoughts.
  You may house their bodies but not their souls,
  For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow
  which you cannot visit not even in your dreams.
  
  Christopher came into this life purely out of a special love shared by his Dad
  and I.
  He was born on 3rd Oct 1985 and our life was never the same again.
  He was the first grandchild for my in-laws and he brought pure joy to this Sirju family.
  He was baptized at Fullerton RC Church and thus began his journey of Life’s longing for it self.
  He spent his toddler years in Cedros but became a San-Fernando boy when we moved here in 1988.
  Chris attended Sacred Heart Montessori Kindergarten, San-Fernando Boy’s RC School and for three years San- Fernando Gov’t Sec.
  In London , England he spent two years at Geoffery Chaucer Technology College where he graduated with 10 O’Level passes. This was such a proud moment for him because we always emphasized to our children the importance of having a good education.
  Up to his passing he was a student at School of Accounting and Management in St. Augustine and on weekends he was preparing for his Certification at CTTI in Gasparillo.
  
  Chris was a special child …he knew how to make you laugh even if you didn’t want to.
  His many talents were God’s gift to him—his humour, his love and care for everyone, his good looks , his intelligence and his muscles were all  returned a thousand times over by the many, many lives he touched. This in turn was his gift to God. His ability to make everyone he knew laugh. His presence, his jokes, his love for helping people preserve him in everyone’s mind as the sweetheart that he was.
  He was not just friends with his peers but with their whole family.
  Everyone’s mother called him their son.
  
  Chris grew up to be one of the most handsome young men in San-Fernando…I was told this so many times. The girls and boys he befriended just continued to grow every weekend.
  He enjoyed his short time here …he never missed out on anything…almost as if he knew he had little time.
  He loved music…calypso . soca…and all the others . Amazingly he also shared his Dad’s love for classical music and would always want to make a CD for him.
  He never played mas but was all set to do so this year.
  
  Whilst at Boy’s RC he learned to play the Steelpan with Curtis Pierre. This helped him to identify with our culture whilst we were in London.He played pan for his school at Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre.
  Chris was passionate about Bodybuilding. For his 13th birthday I gave him his first subscription to the Gym in the mall and there was no looking back. He became a part of Gulf City.
  He took his training very seriously and even encouraged a whole lot of his friends to join.
  Some of our fun times at home were telling him about how he walked and looked.
  
  Chris was not just my son …he was one of my best friends. We shared so much and were so close…Peter always says that I spoil him and Kristen would just shake her head whenever he got away with something but she grew to admire every single one of his ways.
  He loved his sister dearly and was always calling her names..any name but her own…and she would answer.
  They were each other’s secret keeper….I would never know.
  Whenever he went out …when he comes through the door he would ask for her first. Whenever she came home from school on afternoon, she always wanted to know if he was home to go bother him and laugh at his jokes. She enjoyed his companionship more than anyone could possibly imagine, and fighting with each other brought joy to the two of them like no one would ever know. Christopher looked out for that girl more than anyone ever did, with life, with boys, with everything.
  He and his Dad shared their love of music…he was Peter’s computer technician. He always wanted his dad to learn but he never did because Peter thought he would always be there. He was always there to lift anything heavy that no one else in the house could.
  Chris was my companion for some of my long journeys. He would sit in the car and listen to music…just as long as lunch was on me. Sometimes he would say Mom I’m buying today.
  
  Chris was just my sweet, loving son and now that he is gone my life will never be the same again. But if anyone asks if Peter and I have a son, and if anyone asks Kristen if she has a brother, we’ll still say yes because we know he did what he had to do in this life, he brought joy and laughter and love and has simply moved from this life through to the next to make everyone in heaven as happy as he made us.
  
  To all his friends each and everyone of you…cherish the memories. You yourselves listen to your parents…nobody should be doing what I am doing here today. Be carefull on the roads but still enjoy yourselves…he would want you to.
  
  To all the moms and dads ..especially Mr. and Mrs Edoo..thanks for taking him into your lives..into your homes as your son..
  
  To his teachers…thanks for helping me mould Christopher into the wonderful young man he became.
  
  To his dad…Peter thanks for helping me raise him to become the wonderful and loving,young man everyone says he was.
  
  For everyone who came and was around, thank you for letting us know the many lives Christopher was a part of.
  
  May God Bless You All.
  
  To God …thanks for allowing me to be the bow from which Chris as a living arrow was set forth. It was an honour and a privilege.
  
  To quote Kahil Gibran….
  The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite and He bends you with His might that his arrows may go swift and far.
  
 
So long my sweet, handsome and loving son…until we meet again.
  Continue to be our angel.
  



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