Christopher Michael DuBois

My most sincere and heartfelt condolences, Chris always found time to talk, offered a hug even while he was waging his own battle. I would like the family to know he was a positive influence on many lives, he will not be forgotten and his influence will live on in those whose lives he touched.

Dear Chris Henderson, Please accept our condolences for Chris’s passing. His spirit and joy of living will live on within you. You are a true and loyal friend. Accept our love and hugs, Dick and Nina

Chris endured a long and grueling battle with lung cancer, yet he carried himself with such grace that those who didn't know him would never have suspected the depth of his suffering. At times, he even had me convinced that he was pain-free and doing well, maintaining a remarkably positive attitude through every challenge. Even in his final days, when he could no longer stand or walk, he continued to reassure those around him that he would be okay. I believe that peace finally came on Feb 24, 2026. He is no longer suffering, and while I know he is in a better place, I look forward to the day we meet again. I told Chris that if this day arrived, I would strive to emulate the message he shared at my father’s funeral. On that day, he stood before family and strangers alike and delivered an impromptu masterful tribute to how my father made him feel loved. Our friendship spanned thirty-two years—unfortunately close to his entire lifetime. In 1993 Jeannie bought the house next door. Once they moved in, we became inseparable, spending our days on the trampoline or riding bikes through the neighborhood. We attended the same school for much of our childhood, where teachers frequently had to separate us for being too much of a distraction to the class. As we grew, we bonded over shared interests, particularly video games. We spent countless nights playing Fable and Halo, sometimes for days at a time until our parents had to remind us to shower. When I eventually transferred to a different school, we remained close. It didn't matter if weeks or years passed between our conversations; we always picked up exactly where we left off. Our young adulthood was defined by the milestones we shared. After high school, we moved in with our friends, creating some of my favorite memories. Later, Chris and I took the significant step of purchasing a home together. Our friendship survived every challenge. Chris remained a cornerstone in my life, serving as the best man at my wedding and even enthusiastically stepping in as our ring bearer. He also showed his support by being there hours after the birth of our son. In recent years, our bond evolved into one of mutual growth and profound trust. We pushed each other through friendly competition, whether as coworkers or gym partners. We relied on one another for honest, candid feedback and stayed present through life's critical moments. The depth of his character was most evident when, despite battling Stage 4 lung cancer, he insisted on joining my brothers and I on a hike to scatter my father’s ashes. That gesture perfectly captures the selflessness he brought to our friendship. There were times I sought to reciprocate that same unwavering support. I remember a Tuesday night when we were twenty-two; Chris called me from a local bar where he was hosting a beer pong tournament. He had spotted his father there—a man with whom he had a complex and limited relationship. Recognizing the emotional weight of the moment, I dropped everything to be by his side. That was the essence of our bond: an unspoken agreement to always show up for one another, no matter the circumstances. Chris was a true blessing, and I will forever treasure our friendship and the memories we made.