Chris Dee Lindsay

March 26, 1959 - October 14, 2019

The one, the only Chris D. Lindsay, born and raised in Heber City Utah has passed away in an unexpected ATV accident at the highest point of Snake Creek on the first day of the 2019 deer hunt 10/14/19. This year was supposed to be the best year hunting, because not only did he have an ATV that could take him to the highest most rugged terrain to bag the biggest buck – but also because not only he drew tags for this year’s hunt, so did his son and grandsons all of ‘em, and he was looking forward to spending each day this week hunting with his family/friends. We all knew that Chris was a lucky son of a bitch to still be alive, as he was diagnosed with Stage IV Liver Cancer back in June 2013. Every year (since his diagnosis) that we had with Chris has been counted as a blessing! We all watched this rough and tough scrappy man fight harder and harder over the years to stave off that bitch cancer! It was a testament to Chris’ stubbornness and determination and will to live that he survived as long as he did because it didn’t make medical sense (you can ask his team of providers at the Huntsman Cancer Institute) for him to be alive, he outlasted/outwitted/outplayed cancer – and all the doctors predictions for over 5 years. It almost seems like we were all that show Punk’d (see MTV series from the 1990s) to see him leave this world in an ATV accident on the FIRST day of the hunt! Now, we are all left holding our dicks in our hands and our mouths agape trying to make sense of the events from this morning. Although, the past 6 years have shaped a lot of our memories of Chris, we’d still like to pay our respects and honor Chris’ life! Chris was born March 26, 1959 to Vern and Tunney Lindsay, in Heber City, Utah. The way his mom Tunney would tell it, he was hell on wheels from the day he was born. Chris went to school in Heber, and before finishing his diploma, he was off working hard and earning money to help his family get by. Chris met the love of his life Lynda Harris in 1985. Lynda and a friend had driven to Heber to “see some cowboys” and as destiny would have it she was at the local bar “The Other End” and Chris came onto her in his usual charming way – “you a flatlander?” When Chris met Lynda, he was pussy whipped. He loved her and literally moved mountains and earth to be with her. Chris and Lynda were married that same year they met – hell, he even spent a number of years living in “the shitty city” to support Lynda and his children. While Chris wasn’t the “typical” family man, as he quite often called his wife and children “the old lady” or “it” or “little f*****s” he was the biggest softy – he couldn’t hide his kind, generous, loving self behind the beard, hat and sunglasses for too long. Chris loved his family!! As the years have gone by, he’s formed such close bonds with his family… his kids, their kids, neighbors, friends, radio station hosts, more recently if you talked to him on the phone he’d even tell ya that he loved ya before hanging up the phone. Chris knew things, lots of things and he was a do-er. He didn’t talk, he just did. Chris was humble, he helped people he didn’t know, he was the first to show up to help you move or to fix your fence, or car – it was rare for him to sit still Chris had a strong work ethic - he put in an honest day’s work and pushed his body to its limits to do the job “right.” Chris spent many years working in construction, ultimately spending time as a foreman and leading crews to build a large portion of the roads around Parleys Summit. There wasn’t a heavy piece of equipment that he couldn’t operate (including the old lady). Believe it or not, Chris liked to travel. Because Chris “never met a stranger” and being a man of meager means, quite a few close friends/family and even acquaintances made it possible for Chris and Lynda to travel the last few years. They were able to check off a few of Chris’ bucket list vacation destinations including Mexico, Hawaii, Fort Worth, Alaska. The memories that were created will last a lifetime for Lynda. He did not mix words, if he liked you, you knew it..if he didn’t, you knew it. While Chris wasn’t “properly educated” by way of school, there was nobody smarter. If there was ever a zombie apocalypse, natural disaster, martial law was invoked (or your electricity got turned off) - you’d want to be next to Chris. He’d have a plan, know exactly what to do, keep you safe, feed you, and make sure that all your needs were met, and he’d kill the bad guys too! . Chris loved music! Old country music, he could sing along with the best of ‘em – he thought he could dance too (especially when wearing nothing but his Santa underwear and cowboy boots). Chris was a natural athlete, to see him from a distance you’d think oh. Who’s that good-looking cowboy? But there wasn’t a sport that he wasn’t good at. Over the last few years Chris’ golf game was at its best. His truest love was the outdoors! Chris woke, ate, breathed the mountains - there was no place he’d rather be. It’s poetic that he passed away “high on a mountain top” – we all know, he wouldn’t have chosen any other way to go. Chris is survived by his loving wife Lynda (who deserves a special place in heaven for fighting cancer arm in arm with Chris), his son Jake Brinkerhoff, his daughter Teisha (Ivan) Rivera, his daughter Kelli Lindsay, and his baby boy Cody (Tynell) Lindsay. Chris is also survived by 13 grandchildren, many of whom will have memories of him for the rest of their lives as he served as the anchor to ALL of them as they’ve been growing up. Chris LOVED Heber City and sooo many of you, he is going to be missed dearly. Preceded in death by his parents; brothers Ted and Ed Lindsay. Thanks to his favorite providers at the Huntsman Cancer Institute - and to the other ones, see ya never! Per Chris’ wishes we will have a cremation/celebration of life at a later date.