Chris Patrick Smith

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Chris Patrick Smith joined our Lord in Heaven on March 5, 2014, six days before his 62nd birthday. Though unexpected, he passed peacefully in his country home outside of Clifton. The quickness of his going was what he would have preferred. Services were held Tuesday, March 11, in College Station, at the Aggie Field of Honor Chapel. Smith was raised in Austin, Harlingen and finally San Antonio where he attended Churchill High School class of 1970, followed by Texas A&M University class of 1974 with a major in marketing. He retired at the early age of 48 when he and his brother/business partner Rusty Smith sold their Dallas based computer-consulting company, Leardata. Chris eventually moved to his ranch full time, where he managed wild game, sold whitetail deer hunts and raised cattle. He loved the beauty of Bosque County and the warmth and values of the Clifton community, which he was able to enjoy for the past 18 years. He leaves behind his wife Debbee, of 37 years, his three sons Granger, Tyler and Parker, his daughter-in-love Amber and his two grandchildren, London and Lincoln. Chris was an extremely passionate man. He was a man of faith, loyalty and integrity. He loved life and embraced so many of the small gifts that it brought to him. He was never shy about sharing his passions with others. He passed with a full heart, lifetime goals and dreams realized, and the love of family and friends of whom he cherished as the utmost measure of success in life. Here is a small list describing who he was, what he loved and how he lived: Firm hand shakes, dry humor and an unmistakable laugh, making homemade jelly, vegetable gardens, Fox News and Conservative talk radio, Leardata, Sergeant York and It’s A Wonderful Life, Steve Martin, Chevy Chase and John Wayne, The Alamo, white tailed deer, spotted fawns, hunting dove, quail and pheasant, fishing, venison, chicken-fried steak and frying turkey, charcoal grills, steaks rare, blackberries, mustang grapes, Red Wing boots, old torn work shirts, foot rubs and back pops, his cross from James Avery, ranch trucks and work gloves, checking the weather, LL Bean house slippers, G Shock watches and Sam’s Club sunglasses in bulk, His dad’s tools and anything else that connected him with his dad, his tractor and barn, flint rock, shotguns, rifles and handguns, pocket knives, planning and preparing for an Apocalypse or the Rapture, wind chimes, whippoorwills, flocks of geese, the change of seasons, Labrador retrievers, Coyote snares and hearing them howl at dusk, Bluebonnet Café, country breakfasts, peaches, mangos, Bleu cheese, beer in a frozen mug, black coffee, sweet tea, coaching sports, snow and water skiing, high school football and watching his sons play, Texas A&M and the old buildings on campus, Aggie football and Kyle Field, The corps & Aggie Muster, Rice University & Rice athletics, William Slaughter paintings, “If” by Rudyard Kipling, WWII vets & B-24s, sand castles, the Rocky Mountains, Texas Hill Country and South Texas brush country, the month of March, Bluebonnets, arrowheads, cuttin’ cedar and plowing fields, Green Sleeves of Summer, Yes sirs and No sirs, Yes mams and No mams, Country church services, the smell of rain and summer storms, Christmas morning, holding hands for prayer, speaking his mind – and his friends, his family, his faith and his God. In lieu of flowers the family requests donations to the family charity at or the charity of your choice.
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