Honestly it's hard to believe that Chappy is no longer physically with us. We all grew up together, in Northeast Philly, going to St. Tim's grade school and hanging out at Allen Schoolyard. To try to capture one memory is impossible. There are so many. Basketball was a way of life for many of us, Chappy included. Our days on the St. Tim's basketball team under Rich our coach were life changing. Those teams formed best friends for life and bonds of true brotherhood. Of course Chappy was our captain. There was never a doubt. We all lived around Allen Schoolyard and would congregate there to play ball and drink beer on the steps. Our crowd grew and we were one of many generations that made Allen Yard our 2nd home. We all were inseparable. As our moms would say" The one lies and the others swear by it". Our summers were filled with houses and weekends in Wildwood. Five guys would sign the lease and 40 guys would fill the house. We all knew each others families and many of our parents were friends. Chappy's family was a classic and the kitchen table hosted many a sit-down. In thinking back it's hard to describe but we all were just one gigantic family. We truly loved each other in the true sense of the word. Chappy was in the center of it all. He was a leader, a defender and the straw that stirred the drink. When Chappy was around there was never a dull moment. Games would start and the banter would be unless. Chappy's energy was contagious. We all fed off of it and thrived in the energy Chappy exuded. When reminiscing now the laughing makes your gut hurt. Chappy was at the core of who we were. He was us. This loss is tougher than most but that's because the memories are sweeter than most. RIP Chappy. You were truly one of a kind in every sense of the word. In many ways you were the leader of our band and man did we all play well together.

Studie

To the Ciabattone Family,

I had the pleasure of working with Chris for the last 2 years. He was a caring and compassionate boss who provided support and honesty, that in the current environment, is sorely lacking. He gave me unwavering support to tackle my own medical issues head-on, and that alone, endeared him to my heart as a Mentor, a confident, and a true friend. One of my last conversations, I had with him, was a return call, after finding out a bad turn in my diagnosis, he said don't give up, treasure each day with your family, and always be true to yourself, no matter the language you use. I shall miss him everyday and I shall keep you and your family in my thoughts and prayers. God bless Chris and the Ciabattone family.

Your friend,

Howard Lambersky