Mr. Christner was a sweet man.  I was his dental hygienist for the last several years.  We would always have the best time talking about baseball and football!  Him being a huge OSU fan and me being an OU fan we always found something to tease each other about.  He was so very proud of his grandkids and their accomplishments!  He was always bragging about them.  I will keep you all in my prayers!  What a great Dad and Granpa you had!  God Bless!

One of the most difficult things to deal with in life is the death of a loved one.  Besides the grievance, it also brings together family and heartfelt memories that put a smile on your face and a tear in your eye.  When the life of a loved one comes to an end on this earth, you greatly appreciate all the little things that tend to go by the wayside all too often.  You rely on faith and prayer as you place your heart with the Lord, and know that He is in control and we are not.
As most know, my grandfather made his presence known upon arrival, in more than way.  He was old school and outspoken.  He had that stern military attitude that he carried with himself everywhere he went.  If you didn't know one the many names he went by, you knew him as the man in the Oklahoma State jacket.  No matter the weather, the orange and black jacket would be proudly worn.  And most importantly, if any concession didn't have onions readily available for his hot dog, you may not want to be one on the other side of the counter from that man in the Oklahoma State jacket. 
My grandfather was a family man.  He loved to talk about his loved ones.  If you met him for the first time or the hundredth, you wouldn't walk away without hearing something about one his children or grandchildren.  He was proud.  He wanted everyone to know how great of a family he was blessed with.
My brother and I were very lucky to have grandparents like Pappy & Nana.  Each of us playing 3 sports in high school and continuing on with baseball in college, there were lots of games being played.  But, you could almost always count on two people being there, most likely before my team even arrived.  They would sit right by the entrance so you couldn't miss them when you walked in.  Not that you could miss that bright orange and black jacket and deep voice anyways.  Every time I saw him, he walked up to me, stuck his right hand out and firmly shook my hand.  I think his favorite part of coming to the games was getting to shake the hand of all the guys.  He loved the guys and feeling as if he were part of the team.  I was truly blessed to have that kind of support from a set of grandparents.  Most kids aren't fortunate enough to have that type of support from their parents, much less their grandparents.
The last year, I would try to call him as often as possible to check on him and see how his day was.  Most of the time it involved what he ate that day, the weather, how my new job was going, a recent sports game, and a “How about them Cowboys, man?”  He would talk to me more as a friend than a grandfather.  I could hear the excitement in the tone of his voice as I spoke with him for just a few minutes.  I truly believe that happiness gives you that extra strength to push on to the next day. 
During this time of sickness, I saw two sides of my grandfather.  I saw a hard-nosed man who turned an expected 3 months to live into 14. Just when you thought he was fading, a glimpse of strength and life came about him.  On the other hand, I saw a stern man display a sensitive heart.  The way he looked to my mother for guidance and help was something he wasn't used to, but he knew she would come through.  The last week, he has been surrounded by his family, even those from Ohio and Pennsylvania.  I don't believe he would have it any other way.  The last two times I went to visit him this week, he reached that right hand up and shook my hand firmly.  Except those times, he didn't let go.  As I held his hand, I am proud to say my last words to him were “I love you.”  He looked me in the eye, squeezed my hand and replied, “I love you, too.” At that moment, I believe he was able to pass knowing that he was not only loved by God, but by his family that he endeared greatly. 

To all of the family and friends, thank you for your support, prayer, and words of kindness.

I will be thinking of you all, wish I could of been there. I will miss pappy, but also remember how unique and funny he was. He was one of a kind, and will be missed by many!

I really wish I could be there with everyone. I love and will miss pappy. I am thinking of all of you.

Chris was the best Pappy in the world! He played a huge role in raising Scotty and I will forever be grateful to him and Elsie for that.  I can just imagine him at the pearly gates greeting St Peter, "Que Passa!" Sending lots of Love and Blessings to the whole family.

Marsha Hagar Gulick

OBITUARIO

Richard Dick, Chris King Christner, Sr.

27 mayo, 1925 – 22 noviembre, 2011

Bill Eisenhour Funeral Home At Sunny Lane Cemetery

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