Christopher Michael Lamberth

Christopher Michael Lamberth (LAMBO)
19th Nov 86 - 18th Nov 2007
20 years old
Warrington Cheshire
Was cruelly taken away from us in the early hours of Sunday morning
(after a pre celebration of his 21st Birthday)
(UPDATE>> his murderer got 18 years!!!!)

This site is a tribute to our Son , we never got a chance to say goodbye to you... I never got the hug that I usually get before we go to sleep...

Chris leaves behind not only us his Mum Dawn, his Stepdad Ste , Dad Paul, but a brother 17( Cain), a sister 23 (Emma), two nieces Olivia 4 and Leah 3, Grandparents, his Aunty, Uncles and cousins from both sides. and too many friends to mention.....

Chris came into this world weighing exactly 9lb. He was born within 3 hrs of labour. He was an absolutely fabulous baby and he was a joy to bring up as I had the help of his big sister Emma who was nearly two. He was pushed around a huge coach pram, Christophers head always straining to see over the sides.

Waking up at 3 am every morning for a drink, but that soon stopped when I changed the milk to water..... waking up a 3 am was not so much fun then.

Before Chris could walk he would crawl onto an armchair and throw himself over the back onto the floor landing on his bum. Crawl back round to the front again and up and over he would go again... didnt care if he hurt himself. Huge grin on his cute face.

When he learnt to walk, he would occasionally attempt to escape out the door whenever he could. I remember hanging washing out in our yard and finding the gate open, I looked around and couldnt find Chris. I rushed to the gate and caught him running away down the quiet back road going as fast as his little legs could carry him. When I shouted his name, he turned around laughing whilst still scurrying away... needless to say, I caught him but just threw him over my shoulder cuddling him.

He spent time going to the Cubs whilst his younger brother Cain went to the Beevers

At the age of 5/6 Chris had a tracheostomy due to breathing difficulties when we found his windpipe healing up. This happened over time as he had been attending Alder Hey hospital for months to have lazer treatment on his vocal cords.

His schooling was then affected due to having no trained nurse to look after him whilst having the Tracheostomy. His speech was also effected due to the tube in his neck. Over time, he overcame the obstacles posed by this condition and the people that once made fun of him soon became his friends.

Chris (Lambo) lived for his family and friends without realising that he then became friends of their friends and so on.... this list is never ending.

He loved his Motorcross,I think this started at an early age. I am from the Isle of Man and so visited the TT races and his passion grew from there. One memory we have of this is they always tried to sit at the edge of the grass verge to get as close to the bikes as they pass. On one occasion, the bikes came round this particular bend so fast, he thought it was coming straight for him.... His face was a picture and the way he shouted \\\"**** ** hell !!\\\" as he got up to run away, I think he forgot where he was and who he was with...... it made us laugh so much...

I also remember one day hearing a motorbike revving up and down and screaching along our street, it went on for a while and I went to see who it was .... as I was walking to the window, a bike with two people went past, hair flowing behind them...... I had to wait for it to come back before I realised it was Chris on the back without a helmet. He had wanted me to come out and see him on it which is why it kept going up and down the street. Again those smiley eyes and huge grin melting my heart.

He played rugby for Oakwood Avenue Juniour School, attended Woolston High School and also Woolston Rovers for a few years and again made many friends and his confidence grew. We have trophys and medals on our bookshelf that will take pride of place along with some of Cains.

Swimming and diving - Another passion of Christophers. With having his Trachy for so long he obviously couldnt go near the water for fear of drowning . However.... whilst camping in France one year Chris took it upon himself to go up the pool slide and attempt to slide down hoping to stand up once he reached the bottom..............I dont think I have ran so quick in water before... but I reached him. The joy on his face..... needless to say... I was in the pool for the rest of the holiday catching him!!!!
Once his Trachy was out, he took to water so naturally and became a stong swimmer immediately without any lessons. He was good enough to swim for the Warriors but I think the early morning training sessions were a turn off and so did not go for the trials dispite the numerous pleas of his teachers. I dared him on one occasion to dive off a jetty, not thinking for one minute that he would even thought he was bragging that it would be a doddle.... I only dared him the once but once was enough....off he ran to the cheers of people watching and my heart went in my mouth..... I nearly cried at what I had done.... His face so proud as he walked up the steps towards us. I have since seen videos on his phone of the cliffs he has dived off. My heart in my mouth each time. Our little water baby... He never heard me call him that of course ;-))

His music was also a main part of his life,which became more varied as he got older rather than the usual Niche/Frequency /Maximes that usually float through the house. He Loved meeting up with friends and spending money on new clothes!!! He spent time with strangers passing in the street and would often give his last penny to anyone in need.

I would sometimes catch Chris upset in his room. On one occasion he was gutted that one of his close friends attempted to take his life. He thankfully was not successful but Chris felt at a loss as he couldnt make his friend feel better. This is something Chris picked up after probably experiencing slight bullying and intimidation with his trachy and the effect it had on his appearance and voice. He grew to be hurt to see other people hurting and would help even though his intervention would land him in trouble.

If ever he was in the wrong he was grown up enough to admit it. Despite the big act sometimes, he was not so bad underneath underneath.

Chris had several jobs since leaving school but the longest was doing landscape gardening again making lots of friends. When not working he became our little\"housekeeper\" doing jobs for us whilst we were out at work. That enabled us to do our own things like the gym before coming home for the evening. It was funny hearing him tell his brother Cain \" You best wash your plate up after you have finished. I have just done that kitchen\"....\"Cain, move your shoes....\" and \" Cain, you best not have nicked that top that I washed yesterday, I want it for tonight!!\"... Classics... But most of all I will miss hearing him coming down the stairs and poking his head into us saying\" Mmmmm Chinese...\"


His nieces Olivia 4 and Leah 3, used to go into his room every Sunday morning to wake him up, peeking around his door singing\" Chrriiissss, where are youuuu!!\" and he would shout Boo from under his sheets. They would dive on him and we wouldnt see them for an hour or two as he would put a DVD on for them and take them in his bed to watch a film or they would sit on his floor and count out his coin collection....

He was just part of a normal family, a family that didnt do anybody any harm... couldnt and wouldnt do wrong against anything or anyone.....

For such a short life, he has touched so many people. He was the life and soul of the party....
Since Chris died, We have received hundreds of floral tributes outside the house. Hundreds of cards phonecalls and texts.

We knew him as a Son and now realise he was so so very much more than this. Only now we will never have the chance to find out for ourselves. His friends are doing everything they can to make this easier for us. We dont think they will ever realise how much it helps. Our families have also been a great comfort to us.

We have to go on for the sake of everyone else. Which I suppose is for the best. I dont think we would bother getting out of bed if it was just the two of us.

It still doesnt feel real and everyday we are being swept along with everyday things. When we wake up, we are wishing the hours away so that we can close our eyes again.... all we have are memories.
Memories of the best times, memories of when you made me mad which now make me smile... memories of stories about things you got up to out of sight.... We still have more to learn and we hope this website will be a chance for people to say hi and fill in the gaps.

You know you will never be forgotten Chris.............I dont think you realise how many peoples lives you have touched. We are so proud that you were our lovely kind handsome Son. We all only wish that we had more time with you but one day..... we will hopefully be together again....

You are looking down on us, nodding your head saying \"nice one!!\"

He has a fabulous nephew who is more than likely with Chris, please visit his site and light a candle for Owen Cubbon....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhPF_QFzs04

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