I cherish Chris as a friend. And as an embodiment of friendship itself. Our conversation inevitably would circle back to people we both knew, friends we hold in common, and much of the time, Chris would also be conspiring to connect me to someone new. “You know what would be fun,” he would say. “We should get you together with….” And then he’d name four of five people I didn’t yet know. We dwelt in possibilities. And I loved being there. Getting people together. Bringing ideas together. Making connections and infusing them with warmth and vitality. Those were Chris Mitchell’s great gifts. Day after day and year after year, I was the glad recipient of those gifts. Warren Hamilton Lewis wrote: “There is something horrible, something unfair about death, which no religious conviction can overcome. ‘Well, goodbye, see you on Tuesday’ one says — and you have in fact though you dont know it, said goodbye for ever. He passes up the lamplit street, and passes out of your life for ever. And so vanishes one of the best and nicest men it has ever been my good fortune to meet. May God receive him into His everlasting happiness.” Yes, that’s right. That’s exactly right. Simply this: Christopher Mitchell was one of the best and nicest men it has ever been my good fortune to meet.
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