Chris Mathis

Christopher Roy Mathis Sept 6, 1978 – July 19, 2009

Sybille Canyon lost a son, a brother, a cowboy and a friend on July 19th, 2009. Chris lives on in the hearts of his family and friends. Stories about Chris will reverberate along the canyon walls for a long, long time, because it’s likely that there’s not a single person in these parts who doesn’t have a story to tell about Chris. We invite you to share your memories here, and add a photo if you have one. Chris moved around, but Sybille Canyon was always his home. He’s back on the ranch now, in every blade of grass and evening sunset. Think about Chris as you pass by the spot on Highway 34 where he’s hung his hat at his final resting place on the Mathis Ranch Cemetery. Remember the twinkle in his eye and his ever-present crooked grin. Grin back. There’s a brand new star in the Wyoming sky. But there’s one less rock in the canyon, and dog with a tear in his eye.

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Thanksgiving
Just thinking of Thanksgiving, and how this one will be without Chris. We can all be thankful for knowing Chris, and having his friendship. Thoughts and prayers to the Mathis family during this whole holiday season. Thankful for the memories of Chris. Holidays always seemed to end with a poker game somewhere. Chris, we'll deal you in.
My Little Brother
As I watch my son & daughter grow and learn something new every day I can't help but think about my boyhood. There was never a dull moment growing up with Chris. The kid was downright tough. I remember one time Chris was about five and our parents got each of us children a calf. Dad had us halter break them and told us no matter what, DO NOT LET GO OF THE ROPE. Well, we went out to feed them one morning and like we always did, we put a halter on them and then gave them their bottles. Chris’ calf had finished its bottle and was looking for more. While his calf was going after more food Chris had let most of the rope slide through his hand but held on tight to the last foot or so. Somehow he ended up next to the calf’s hind legs and that calf went to kicking Chris in the stomach and legs. Chris was crying and rightfully so; I bet that calf kicked him five or six times in about 10 seconds. I’m sure it hurt like heck but Chris never let go of that rope. Chris was such an awesome brother. He would always go out of his way to help others no matter what kind of situation someone was in. Chris would figure out a way to help them get through it and make it look easy. Just like in Jeremy’s situation with the hay, if Chris said he would be there to help, he would. Chris understood that if he committed to doing something he would find a way to do it. When he gave you his word he would not let you down. He also learned that sometimes it was easier to just say things like “If I’m there, I’m there and if I’m not, I’m not.” That way he knew he hadn’t fully committed to being there and if something else came up like helping someone, he had the freedom to do that. I learned a lot from Chris as we faced many different situations growing up. When I was scared of something I think Chris would say he was scared too just to make me feel better. I really don’t think he knew what fear was, but he knew how to make me feel better when I was scared. And the really neat thing is Chris would do this for anyone not just family. Well, I could write about my little brother all day long and tell stories about hunting, fishing, wrestling, golfing, working, and all the other thousands of things we did together. Maybe next time, for now let me end with saying how much I miss him and how honored I am to have had a little brother like Chris. I would give anything to be able to give him just one more hug and tell him how much I love him and how thankful I am for all the years we did have together. I am so excited for the day that Chris and I will be reunited in heaven in the presence of our savior Jesus Christ. Clint
My Little Brother
My Little Brother As I watch my son & daughter grow and learn something new every day I can't help but think about my boyhood. There was never a dull moment growing up with Chris. The kid was downright tough. I remember one time Chris was about five and our parents got each of us children a calf. Dad had us halter break them and told us no matter what, DO NOT LET GO OF THE ROPE. Well, we went out to feed them one morning and like we always did, we put a halter on them and then gave them their bottles. Chris’ calf had finished its bottle and was looking for more. While his calf was going after more food Chris had let most of the rope slide through his hand but held on tight to the last foot or so. Somehow he ended up next to the calf’s hind legs and that calf went to kicking Chris in the stomach and legs. Chris was crying and rightfully so; I bet that calf kicked him five or six times in about 10 seconds. I’m sure it hurt like heck but Chris never let go of that rope. Chris was such an awesome brother. He would always go out of his way to help others no matter what kind of situation someone was in. Chris would figure out a way to help them get through it and make it look easy. Just like in Jeremy’s situation with the hay, if Chris said he would be there to help, he would. Chris understood that if he committed to doing something he would find a way to do it. When he gave you his word he would not let you down. He also learned that sometimes it was easier to just say things like “If I’m there, I’m there and if I’m not, I’m not.” That way he knew he hadn’t fully committed to being there and if something else came up like helping someone, he had the freedom to do that. I learned a lot from Chris as we faced many different situations growing up. When I was scared of something I think Chris would say he was scared too just to make me feel better. I really don’t think he knew what fear was, but he knew how to make me feel better when I was scared. And the really neat thing is Chris would do this for anyone not just family. Well, I could write about my little brother all day long and tell stories about hunting, fishing, wrestling, golfing, working, and all the other thousands of things we did together. Maybe next time, for now let me end with saying how much I miss him and how honored I am to have had a little brother like Chris. I would give anything to be able to give him just one more hug and tell him how much I love him and how thankful I am for all the years we did have together. I am so excited for the day that Chris and I will be reunited in heaven in the presence of our savior Jesus Christ. Clint
thinking of my Best Friend
Thanks to those who have shared thus far. It is nice to hear stories of Chris as that was one of our favorite pass times, reliving all the things we'd done. There was darn sure a lot, but unfortunately will never be enough. Last night I was out baling hay and thinking about the year’s previous crop on this same field. I had baled this field with a borrowed small square baler with the intention of having the neighbor come stack them. Well his machine was broke and there they set over 1000 of them. I called around and the best price I could get was 1.00 bale to stack em. I was just about to pay the fee and have it done when Chris called. He asked what was up and how things were, I explained the hay situation and how I hated to pay that much, and would rather buy my own stacker than pay that, but with a baby on the way I hated to spend that much. Chris said "well why don't you just pick em up by hand" I said shoot man I have a fulltime job and over 1000 bales to stack. Chris just said well I'll come down this weekend and we will do it together. I said well we could get as many as we could and then I'll just pay to do the rest. Chris said well I'll come down early Saturday to help. I explained that the trailers had 20SQ of roofing tear off on them and I would need to take them to the dump. Chris said well wait for me and I'll pull one down and we can unload them together. Chris showed up just on time, which to most would have been late, but Chris and I operated on our own time, and had since we were in High School. So he was just on time for my schedule and stack hay we did. We finished the last load at 2 in the morning. The next morning as Chris left to go home I tried to pay him for helping and even though he saved me over 1k he wouldn't take a single dime. That’s who Chris was. I'm going to have over 1500 this year on this same field, and I know they'll get stacked one bale at a time and Chris will be with me for every last one.
Late night wrestling at The Shamrock !
All my memories of Chris are good memories, his kindness & his politeness, following in his parents footsteps. I'm remembering one cool, late summer evening at the Shamrock Saloon, when Chris, Beal, Dan a the gang decided to do some late night wrestling on the front lawn. Just a bunch of good ole boys, having fun. Chris finally let Beal up when he turned purple ! I thought that was mighty nice of him.... Our thoughts & prayers are with his family now, may they remember the good times & know God has him near. SteeV Vore & Steve McCarty
Dancing Chris
Chris really knew how to dance...just for fun tho, and for the post-class social hour, he came down with the rest of the mountain people for a weekly dance class with Linda and Joe Fabian in Wheatland. He would crack jokes as I struggled to remember which foot to move where and whenever I stomped on his foot he'd pretend it was his fault. That was Chris :)
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