Chris Chambers lived the longest of them all. He was ninety-three when he died on October 31, 2001.
Chris lay sound asleep in his bed next to his wife. He was still awake and was just thinking about his life. His marriage, his children, childhood, his abusive father, and the summer they looked for Ray Brower. He laughed silently even now, looking back. He thought about his friends too. He was the only one left and it felt kind of lonely sometimes. Even if he hadn't seen them in years.
Chris knew in this very moment that it was his time to go, and he was ready. He had lived a good life. It started out rocky but he got out and did something great and met wonderful people and got so much support to do this from his friends, especially Gordie.
Gordie. The name could bring tears to his eyes. Gordie was his best friend. It was almost like this night was a flashback. He remembered everything in his life all at once, every memory coming back. The love, the pain, the tears, the friends, the family, the comfort. The everything. It hit him so hard as it all rushed back he let a single tear slide down his face.
He knew it was time. And he was more ready than ever and wasn't scared anymore. He finally understood what people meant, coming to terms. Even if he was the only one in the gang who had. But he sat back nonetheless and closed his eyes.
Then he took his final breath.