Remembering Chris

Not one of us is irreplaceable. Not one of us can be replaced.

Eight years have now passed. My subtitle is a paradox that has become a theme played over and over for me when I think of 9/11 and the loss of so many, each and every one someone's parent, spouse, child, friend or colleague. Not one of them was irreplaceble. Time has marched on, the world still spins, we still laugh and cry and move along with our lives. Yet, none of them could ever be replaced. There will always be a hole that can't quite be filled ever again. In the days following 9/11, as the first stages of personal grief for the loss of a friend were easing a little, the wider loss began to settle in.

This is how I remember Christine Snyder: a beautiful young woman with a dazzling smile, vibrant and strong, loving and caring, growing, always growing in skills and experience, dedicated to preserving and protecting the natural beauty of Hawaii. As a volunteer with The Outdoor Circle, I first met Chris when she joined the organization as an administrative assistant. As she learned more about the organization, the history and legacy, and the mission, she began to see her life-work emerging. She took courses and was certified as an arborist, to better understand and be able to teach others the proper placement and care of trees. She was promoted to Project Manager for Landscape and Planting and was midway through a major project on Magic Island in Honolulu at the time of her death.

At 32, Chris was just beginning to blossom professionally. Though she had already touched many lives and had many accomplishments, the future looked so bright, so filled with potential. She was capable and effective, from managing volunteers to working with city and county bureaucracies, other arborists and developers. Her sparkling personality combined with a strong will to make a lasting difference were already working, yet gave promise of what was to come. Her loss rippled beyond her family and friends. We can never know the loss to her community.

Yes, time has marched on. The project at Magic Island was completed and continues as a lasting reminder. The Outdoor Circle continues with its mission, growing and expanding in the last eight years, approching its 100 year anniversary in 2012. We all have moved on with our lives. Yet, Chris flits through my thoughts at odd moments, quite often. I miss her smile and her laugh. There will always be a hole there, never quite filled. I will never forget.

Other tributes to Chris, the others on Flight 93 and other memorials are listed below. Donations to The Outdoor Circle can be made in Chris's name:

Christine Snyder Tree Education Fund – For Urban Forestry Education
A special fund has been established in memory of Outdoor Circle arborist Christine Snyder (August 12, 1969 – September 11, 2001). In recognition of Christine’s passion and love for trees, the Christine Snyder Tree Education Fund continues Christine’s goal to teach Hawai‘i residents about the importance of trees in our lives as well as to educate them about proper tree care.

Other Tributes to Christine Snyder & Flight 93

United Heroes of Flight 93 -- Christine Snyder

Remember Christine

9/11 Heroes - In Memory of Christine Snyder

Passenger: Christine Snyder - Pittsburgh Post-Gazette



Trees Instead - Trees Instead is partnering wih the Families of Flight 93 organization to raise funds for the trees that will be planted at the Flight 93 National Memorial and Park.


Find a Grave - Leave a flower for Christine

Flight 93: Forty lives, one destiny

Project 2,996 -- remembering the victims of 9/11

Remembering 9/11

We lived in Hawaii for several years and were volunteers at The Outdoor Circle, Hawaii's oldest environmental education nonprofit. I sometimes did my computer work at night when it was cooler, and was finishing an article early in the morning of September 11, 2001, watching Conan O'Brien reruns. He was interviewing someone with a new movie, so when the screen changed to the image of the twin towers, one with smoke pouring out, it didn't immediately sink in that this was a live shot. The voice cut in and I was just realizing that this was real when the second plane hit. Along with millions of others, I concluded that second plane meant this was a planned attack, no accident. When the third plane hit the Pentagon, I got slightly histerical and woke my husband. We lived just minutes from Pearl Harbor. At that point, only the terrorists knew how many other planes were in the air, aimed at targets. We made coffee and alternated between the computer and the TV as the rest of the story unfolded. As we now know, there was only one more, Flight 93, apparently brought down by the passengers in a field in Pennsylvania.

The initial shock and horror was just beginning to abate, when the phone rang. We instantly knew that someone very close to us had been on one of the planes or perhaps on the ground in New York or Washington. The mere seconds it took for my husband to get the message and offer our help in any way seemed an eternity. Mary Steiner, the CEO of The Outdoor Circle, and Christine Snyder, the Project Manager, had been to a conference in Washington, DC the previous week and had spent the weekend in New York before returning home to Hawaii. On the morning of 9/11, Chris was able to get an earlier flight -- she was a newlywed and anxious to get home. It was Flight 93.

My tribute to Chris follows. Chris often passes through my thoughts, so I wasn't too surprised when she showed up in a dream last week. We were at some planting event and I said how good it was to see her because I was writing a tribute for her and she could tell me what to say. She just gave me that dazzling smile and said, "oh, KD, you know!"

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