Christopher James Anderson
June 14, 1990 – February 11, 2014
Christopher was born and raised in Boca Raton, Florida, where he was dearly loved by his parents, younger sister Sarah, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. He graduated from Saint Andrew’s High School and then Florida State University.
Having an incredible imagination and inquisitive mind, Christopher was fascinated with new discoveries in science and technology. He loved space since he was a little boy and attended Space Camp at Cape Canaveral on two occasions. The Discovery Channel and other science shows were always his favorites – black holes, parallel universes, and life on other planets enthralled him.
Christopher lived life to the fullest with a remarkable intensity and passion. He had a tremendous sense of adventure and loved sky diving, white water rafting, and learning to fly helicopters.
Christopher was extremely generous and caring with those he loved and always bought the most thoughtful and unique gifts. Having a sensitive soul and tender heart, he felt and questioned everything – religion, his career choice, life as we know it, etc. His smile was infectious with a quirky personality and goofball nature. He was always able to make us laugh.
Einstein stated, “Energy cannot be created or destroyed; it can only be changed from one form to another.” Christopher truly believed this, and we know this to be true. His spectacular energy is within and all around us. A love so strong cannot be diminished nor disappear, so he will remain a part of our daily lives forever. Although we deeply miss his sense of humor, kindness, and smile, we continue to feel his love and joy. Christopher is going to the Moon, and we will look up at him every evening with full hearts and with wonder, just like he would want us to do.
High Flight by John G. Magee
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew-
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God
