Christopher A. Astorino


Chris would say “no” to a question, nod, and make you wonder why. The twinkle in his eyes was the doorway to your surprise. His words carried the warmth of a fireplace and engulfed you with laughter. He reached into your heart and made you a part of his own. My son had magic in his smile and a mile of wisdom to share. He never forgot birthdays, anniversaries or greetings on holidays. He always made time to remember you! As a dad I’m sad, and sometimes I get mad, but I remember this lad, and the fun we had. My son passed on in death his understanding and love of others by the simple gift of life — his donation.