Christopher John Rollins
1974
Christopher and Duke, 1978
| Name at birth: | Christopher John Rollins |
| Date of birth: | November 3, 1961 |
| Place of birth: | Paterson, NJ, USA |
| Date of death: | January 29, 1984 |
| Place of death: | New York, USA |
| Resting place: | Lutheran Cemetery, Middle Village, NY, USA |
| Submitted by: | Anne Rollins (Rollinsa448@aol.com) |
Christopher, my son, my son. Life was wonderful for you even on gloomy, dark days. There was always something to do and that’s why your friends, who ranged from 9 years old to 86 years of age, looked to you to lead them. You had friends of all colors, religions and nationalities and I’m glad we moved from the suburbs of New Jersey to an urbane area. Nothing was lost on you. You loved life and taught me your mother, much about it. You said you loved me even though I never married your father. You said I was your mother and father. Had Grandpa been alive when you died of Hodgkins disease, he, too, would have been devastated. I could rave about your intelligence but that’s not what made you so lovable. I don’t know why you were so lovable. I just know I love you today and I will miss you forever. And that’s a long time. Christina Rossetti, the poetess, said it… When I am dead my dearest, sing no sad songs for me. Plant thou no roses at my head nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me with tears and dew drops wet, and if thou wilt, remember. And if thou wilt, forget… Goodnight, Christopher…
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