Christopher Charles Reeves, 35, of Smithfield, died August 12, 2024. He was born October 13, 1988 in Brookings, SD to Richard D. and Susan M. (Walker) Reeves.
Chris spent his younger years in South Dakota, Nebraska, and Indiana. He attended Adams Central High School in Monroe, IN. He moved to Utah in 2012 and married Neicole, the love of his life, on May 12, 2018.
Chris had the enviable ability to pick up virtually any instrument and play it. He was a prolific songwriter and played bass in many local bands. He liked to play DnD and enjoyed reading science fiction/fantasy books. He enjoyed camping, archery and target shooting. Chris was an old soul and had a kind heart--he would give you the shirt off his back, even if he didn’t have another one for himself.
Chris is survived by his wife, Neicole and children Destiny, Arin, and Teagan of Smithfield; his parents, Rich and Sue, of Oro Valley, AZ; brother Nick (Jocelyn) Reeves of Watford City, ND; brother Michael Woodyard of Norton, KS; sister Amber (Perry) Hall of Paragould, AR; grandfather Dale Reeves of Oro Valley, AZ; nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles and cousins, as well as an adopted by choice family Douglas Ede. Colleen Ede, and Helen Ede.
He also leaves behind close friends including Josiah and Jerrica, Rae, Brendon, Colton, TJ and so many more. He was loved by many people and many people looked up to him and considered him family.
He was preceded in death by his grandson, Asher Jay Neal Christiansen; his grandparents JoAnne Reeves, Vern Walker, and Rita Walker, and uncles Joe Rook and Art Petty.
A Celebration of Chris’ life will be held from 6-9 p.m. on Friday, August 23 at Mack Park Middle Area Bowery in Smithfield. Bring a non-alcoholic beverage of your choice to raise a toast, and bring an instrument if you have one to join in a jam session.
In lieu of flowers, Chris’ family requests that you plant a tree, spend time in nature, hug your loved ones, reconnect with an old friend, or listen to some good music. Gift cards for the family to offset costs would also be appreciated.
“Carry on my wayward son. There will be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more.” --Kansas