Wednesday, July 21, 2010
On June 2nd 2010
I received a phone call
With News, that no parent ever wants to hear.
That no parent ever should hear.
And in my prayers, are all of the parents of children
That are my family & all those that I call friend.
And even parents I do not know,
that they never will hear.
That your Child is no longer leaving footprints on this Earth.
My 25 year old son Christopher, was killed in a fluke motorcycle accident
in the San Fernando Valley while on his way home, followed by a group of his friends.
My prayers are also with those kids. Young adults really, "kids" to me.
That, That vision they were wittiness to will some how come to be replaced by another image. A memory of a smile at a happy time.
Most of the time people do not know what to say when reading or hearing about a loss.
They find themselves filled with emotion,searching for the words. But none of the words that come to mind seem to be enough.
"I" "am" one of those people.
I can tell you, that from the other side of that spectrum, saying "Anything", "ANYTHING" said at all, gives more comfort then you could ever imagine.
Even with the most unimaginable type of loss,
the loss of a child.
Every word, means the world to a person who is going through a loss.
What hurts is when nothing is said at all. As if all is forgotten.
There is a poem I had found on the internet while searching for a support group.
Searching for other parents that had lost a child.
It's words ring true.
More true then any other I have found.
If you mention my child's name
I may cry.
But if you don't mention it,
...you will break my heart ~
Thank you so much for visiting this page.
Poem Used on Prayer Card at Christopher's Memorial Service.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn Rain
When you wake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave & weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave & cry
I am not there. I did not die.
Jonathan Christopher Michael Hilts
Feb. 25, 1985 - June 2, 2010
Beloved Only Son of Jon & Jenine. "Little Brother" to Jaime.
Beloved by Family & Friends and His Love and Loved by Ashli.
This is the Eulogy that was read at his California Service.
Christopher's life began with a wish, a prayer, a hope, and his sister begging for a little
He was born on February 25th, 1985 to Jon and Jenine Hilts at Tarzana Hospital in Tarzana
Christopher's personality has always been the same. Bright, funny, cute and lovable. There was so
much to love about him. Christopher said the funnies things in the most innocent of ways, always
resulting in a laugh out of everyone. He was so very charming, witty, and extremely talented.
Christopher's humorous personality and drawing talents began to show at a very young age. At three
years old he discovered arrows! And then began drawing them everywhere they went. One day after an
especially art filled day at Sutters Mill he saw a "No left turn" sign, a sign with an arrow in a
circle and a slash through it. He said "LOOK MOM!!! NO ARROW'S ALLOWED!!" That was probably the
first innocent statement Christopher ever made that had everyone laughing, even years later.
Another time after seeing the hills covered in mustard flowers and asking what they were, he saw a
hill covered in white flowers and exclaimed with great enthusiasm "LOOK MOM!!!! MAYONNAISE!!" And
again we all laughed. He learned early that he could make people laugh, and that made him happy.
Chris also figured out young that he was good at taking things apart. He started with his sister's
stereo, then his moms, then the toaster, the lawn mower, cars, electronics, just about everything.
He was really trying to help "fix them". Only the good Lord really knows for sure just how many
things Chris dissected!
If only he would have known how to put them back together again :)
Christopher was good at so many things. He was always an active kid. He loved the beach, dirt
bikes, quads, animals and people.
Chris lived in Southern California until he was eight years old. Then moved to Northern California.
At age eleven Chris moved to South Dakota with his mother and sister. The years Chris spent in the
Dakota's were the most influential. Chris grew into the person we all know and love today. The
Musician, the comedian, the Artist, the Friend. The guy you could always count on for anything.
Some of Christopher's talents were learned in the peaceful solitude of South Dakota. He taught
himself to play the guitar, the bass, keyboard and drums. It did not matter what instrument it was,
the first time he picked it up, touched the key board, strings, the drumsticks, it was music. He
had perfect pitch and could play a song after listening. He wrote songs, poetry, and his drawings
were incredible! He also had incredible inner strength and determination.
When he wanted to start playing football, he went to the school for tryouts without knowing a soul.
He played football for his first year and then moved onto music. He loved animals, all kinds of
animals. It was not uncommon for him to find himself listening to his mother hollering, "Come get
these snakes, lizards, or what ever, "OUT" of where ever they ended up to be found by an
He also saved animals. Kittens, puppies, ground hogs. He was even responsible for having saved the
life of a Filly that had been in trouble during her birth. She is still alive and well today. Chris
had a pure heart and loved with passion. Passion showed in almost every aspect of his life. It
showed in his creative abilities, his beliefs, loves, tears, pouts, defiance, anger. Chris would
always take time, (Perhaps at a time later then some people would want) to consider his beliefs, or
actions. He was also a gentleman. He would hold the door open for anyone, he would give up his
seat for you to sit.
He knew what community was, and how one worked together and the importance of one. Chris was
passionate about life. He had a deep deep level of spiritual understanding and love for the land,
the sky, people, what was right, freedom and Justice.
Chris had the desire to succeed in life. In being a good son, brother Friend, and "Person".
He loved to cook, his first job that he took very seriously. He never missed a day, and went even
when he was sick. He saved his money, and bought his first car. He at that point did not
understand the importance of a "mechanical check", but.. he was determined to be "grown up". So he
could take care of the things he need to, and bought the car on his own. He took great care of it,
but it only lasted about 2 weeks.
Chris being who he was, turned a sad event into a positive one. The "Car", became the "Star" in a
teenage version of "Monster Trucks". The monster truck being a small 4 wheeler. With friends, and a
ramp, the job was done. The car smashed, and they had a great time doing it.
So began Christopher's adulthood. He traveled to California to go on backpacking trips in the
Sierra's with his father and relocated back to California when he turned 18. At that point, he had
one thing on his mind and that was finding a best friend. It wasn't long before he found Ashli and
they became inseparable! They shared good times and bad, but it was obvious that their love for
each other was special and destined to last a lifetime.
Chris worked as a union carpenter for a short time and then decided that music was his calling and
enrolled in the Los Angeles Recording School in Hollywood. He was on his way to a career in sound
engineering when his life was cut so terribly short.
Chris touched the lives of everyone he met and will surely be missed by all.
FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS
Christopher's first day at the Los Angels Recording School June 2, 2009.
He crossed over ~ June 2, 2010
There were over 200 people who came to the Service in California, to say "Good Bye" to Christopher.
They shared their experience's , thoughts, the fun they had had, special moments, stories, Love and
I So Love You Christopher. Forever and Always I will Love You, "Mom"
"Christopher's Life ~ Forever in our Hearts"
Christopher Hilts Online Memorial | GoneTooSoon.org
Photos of Christopher's | GoneTooSoon.org - the free online memorial website