Christopher Ryan Ewers

Chris passed from his mortal life to begin his eternal life on June 21th 2021. Although his life was relatively short, he knew his time was approaching and was able to hang on to give his parents, brothers and sister-in -law time to whisper their expressions of heartfelt, everlasting love for him. He heard every word of love. He has now flown through the open window, back to his higher power, the creator of all. Now is the time for us to share happy memories of Chris, to comfort each other, to take and cherish the best of what Chris offered of his own humanity.

Birthed on the spring morning of the 31st of May, in Webster Texas, a collapsed lung while taking his first breath sent Christopher Ryan Ewers by life-flight helicopter to a specialty hospital in downtown Houston. His father raced from the delivery room and down the interstate to be at his son’s side. Little did his parents know, Chris’ life would be peppered by bits of drama and excitement like this, they would forever be there for him.

Chris’ personality was punctuated by intelligent, intense conversation and debate, and many quips; he was no ordinary boy that was given to Sally and Larry to raise. As a three- to four-year-old he began inserting himself into adult conversations and debates with family, honing his conversational abilities for the future, whether it be at work, at play, or family gatherings. Rico, his grandmother’s parrot knew personally Chris’ childhood attempts at having these conversations with adults and use to call out “Christopher” daily to get attention. Even the parrot was enraptured by the sunny and bright child known as Christopher.

Chris’ friendliness and desire to be a part of any conversation had almost anyone who knew him well exasperated and challenged by his verbose and convincing conversations and retorts. He believed in a greater force that created humankind; was he going to debate you on it? You bet! If you didn’t have a fun topic to discuss Chris would come up with one. He had big personality and knew how to draw people into conversation.

On a particular talent of humor, no family gathering went by without Chris, in a barely audible voice, sitting amongst relatives giving a hilarious retort to almost any comment made by another. But one had to listen for it. Chris didn’t make fun of others, nor ridicule them, he just had a semi-private and funny way of making something someone said more like a comedy routine. He was a one-man show. I don’t think he knew his talent. I don’t think we fully appreciated his talent. Sitting next to Chris at one of these family gatherings, or during a movie or music jam was a special and private treat.

Chris loved music, video games, movies, weaponry, cars and trucks, going out to eat and socializing in general. He was tall but never called attention to himself. He had sparkly blue eyes but kept them shaded with a hat. He had a big heart but was shy with women. Chris loved a good time. In particular his love of fast cars came from his father taking him around the racetrack in his own Mustang racecar. Chris eventually bought one from him. He was so proud to own one of his father’s racecars.

Chris always remembered his trip of a lifetime with his father, renting a Mustang and driving along the Grand Canyon. Upon seeing it for the first time and being overwhelmed by its grander, Chris innocently shouted out “Oh my God!” His father laughed and laughed at that. Chris always planned on going back. It was his heart’s desire to take his mother there and share that feeling of being overwhelmed by nature’s beauty.

Chris loved his family. His family loved him back. We realize how grateful to God we are for the 38 years we were blessed, blustered, out- debated and chagrined by him. Chris challenged us to experience him with our hearts and to connect over a belly laugh; he offered for us to see him to the depth of his humanness. Chris did not judge us. He did good naturedly poke fun at us and our human travails.

We can appreciate the deep meaning Chris’ life had and how his life intertwined with ours. He will always live on in the love and laughter we carry in our memories. Chris didn’t ask much of anyone, but he gave to us all he had, his love and his humorous way of seeing life. He would have appreciated the way his family pulled together to see him off on his eternal journey, and if he had the strength, he probably would have had a wry comment about it. His creator made him just the way he was, his perspective of looking at life was a gift we need to cherish. His mother Sally will be making that long awaited trip to the Grand Canyon he always talked about. She will carry Chris’ ashes to be scattered at a place he always wished her to see.

Fly back to your creator Chris, we will be with you as soon as our own journeys’ end. May we remember to make others laugh as you made us laugh- over human silliness. May we remember to love always - in good times and bad, and to not judge others by the stumbling blocks set before them on their own journeys.

Christopher Ryan Ewers is survived by his Father Lawrence V. Ewers Jr. (Eloisa), his mother Sally A. Ewers, half-brother Lawrence V. Ewers III AKA Tray (Cindy), half-sister Holley E. Ashby (Robert), half-brother Aaron R. Nash (Bevin), niece Tabitha A. Nash, and the numerous extended family members with whom he celebrated many Easters and Christmases.