
I wanted to post the comments I made at Evan's funeral. I apologize for not doing this sooner. It's hard to open up "Evan's hole" and publish my memories because it reminds me so much of how much I miss that kid! He truly was "Our Little Sunshine!" One of the things I miss the most about him is when he would get out of his crib (with big sister, Kailey's help...except for the day of his death, he managed this all on his own!) run down the hall...his flat feet slapping the wood floor...now sprinting... to my and Jim's room then would come to my side of the bed and slap his arms on top of the bed and with the biggest grin say, MaMa , DaDA!" I miss that so much....every morning while laying in bed, I close my eyes and try to make that happen....it's only in my mind, but it makes me smile and cry.
Eventually I will post more of him, including Jim's talk at the funeral. I will soon include pictures and comments about his death, funeral and the love I constantly feel from him. He is close....he feels my pain...he strengthens me with his love.
EVAN'S TRIBUTE
Evan,
What an honor it has been to be your mother.
After having Cameron, our 4 year old boy, both Jim and I felt complete…we had two beautiful daughters and an adorable little boy. Shortly after Cameron’s birth, Jim had a dream of the most beautiful baby with thick, pure white hair and blue eyes. I think Jim had a hard time sharing this dream with me because he already felt overwhelmed with our 3 children. He said this baby was so beautiful that he was sure our next child would be a girl. I was so excited that Jim had this dream because even though I was content and happy with my other children, I loved the birth process, the amazing honor I feel when protecting a life within me.
My pregnancy with Evan was different and harder than the other children. I thought it must be due to the fact that I was 35 this time, but I felt different, something was different.
On the day Evan was born during the labor there was a point where my body became so weak and I started slipping away. I felt the distance and disconnection with my body, but with the grace of God, I was blessed to stay here and continue. When it came time to deliver Evan, that was a difficult experience. He had the cord so tight wrapped around him that my doctor had to cut his cord within me. She immediately followed with the words…”you have to get him out now.” With all my strength to push out those broad football player shoulders, he was born. He was gently taken away because he was blue, bruised and not taking the breath of life. He soon started to cry and our hopes were brightened, but then the doctors and nurses said that I could hold him for a minute, but then they needed to take care of him because his breathing wasn’t stable and he was grunting. I asked if I could nurse him first and they went out to talk about this.
As soon as they left, I asked Jim to give him a priesthood blessing of healing. By the time the nurses came back, his breathing had settled. I was able to feed him. The nurses/doctors also said that his bruising would last for about a week. However, by the time our 3 other children arrived to visit, the blue that covered his face had faded. What a miracle! Everyone was so amazed by his recovery that we didn’t have to stay longer than normal in the hospital.
Even though Evan was okay to come home, the first year of his life was difficult. He was sick so many times with breathing issues. He always had noise when breathing because of mucus he didn’t know how to cough out. But, this did not slow Evan down.
He was full of life and energy and growing and growing. He was going to be our linebacker or power forward for the Gators! If you have ever seen the size of his hands, you would understand why.
Evan’s 2nd year was less difficult with breathing issues and the last 6 months were complete bliss and amazing for this beautiful little boy. For he touched the hearts of many. Walking the street, the beach, at church, he said hi to everyone. He was the most outgoing, not even two year old, I have ever known. And when he said hi, he not only said it, he meant it. He would light up a total strangers face with his angelic face and big, cheesy smile. He brightened our life. He brought us pure joy with his fun personality.
He was a parrot. He wanted to learn to talk so early he mimicked everything his siblings said and did. Because of this, he became probably the biggest fan of Harry Potter. If any of you are familiar with the music that plays at the beginning of the DVD before you press play, you’ll hopefully recognize my attempt to mimic him. He would hummm, well not humm, but sing do do do do do do do do do do do do do. Pretty soon we woke up to that little tune every morning on the baby monitor. He also liked to hold a stick or what ever else that resembled a wand and he and Cameron would cast spells at us. His favorite spell was, in his words, was while holding the stick straight out in front of him and looking at you, would say, “EVIOSA” (which is a levating spell ;)
He also loved (even though he never saw any movies) Spiderman, superman, batman, and just recently saw a toy of the incredible hulk. His likes were the same as his big brother Cameron. He wanted to do whatever the big kids were doing. He wanted nothing to do with so called age appropriate toys. He wanted to be big, NOW! His last big accomplishment came on Friday night during the opening Ceremonies of the Olympics. We put the kids to bed early trying to institute structure again before school started. Well moments after, the boys were back in the family room….laughing. We asked what was going on and Evan, with the biggest, most proud smile, said, “I climbed crib, I climbed." This meaning he climbed out of his crib. Cameron immediately exclaimed so as not to have been involved, “Seriously, I didn’t help him.” Well as you can probably guess, it was a long night of putting him back in his crib. Finally, Evan said, “I watch too, Mommy.” I couldn’t help but pick up that angel boy and sit him on my lap and we watched the fireworks from the Olympics. When I took him back to his crib, he didn’t want me to leave so I sang him some of his favorite songs. And I layed on the floor next to him until he fell asleep.
On Saturday, we decided to leave our chores, much needed yard work, and our house a mess to spend time swimming with our children. I remember Evan snuggling on Jim’s chest in the water. He was a daddy’s boy and boy did his daddy love him. We had a wonderful afternoon and then a fun evening with friends that night. It was a glorious day.
On Sunday it was wonderful to sustain by brother as our new Bishop. This same day, Evan was able to spend time having lunch with GG, his grandma. And later take his last nap with my dad, his papa.
I believe Evan got to do everything he wanted to do. Evan loved to swim. He loved water. He loved swimming in pools, playing in the waves on St. Augustine Beach, drinking the water out of Fanning Springs, floating down the Ichetuknee River, and splashing in rain puddles. He would have loved the rain yesterday! And the thunder today!! His favorite thing was thunder, Jim taught him the ACDC song, dududdu, THUNDER....Evan would always chant that during the storms! (for you ACDC fans, I apologize for my attempt to recreate that song!)
He absolutely embraced life. From playing parachute in nursery, to swimming, talking, dancing, singing, snuggling, loving, learning to go Peepee on the potty, counting, knowing his colors…yellow being his favorite, no wonder he is our sunshine. He loved singing his ABC’s, humming Harry Potter and pretending to cast spells, climbing, sliding, swinging, and picking tomatoes, ripe and unripe out of our garden. He loved and adored his siblings, and especially smiling and bringing light and love to everyone he saw.
He was an angel. He caused everyone to take notice of him and would leave you remembering him. I remember seeing so many strangers faces brightened when Evan would look right up at them and said hi and smile until they returned the favor to him.
He made me connect with people. I am just amazed at how young he was and what an impact he made on so many lives. He truly was sent from above to spread love and peace to many. I am so honored to be his mother forever and look forward to the day when we embrace and he smiles that smile and warms my heart.
I want you all to know that I know I will see Evan again. I will have the opportunity to raise him until adulthood during the Millenium. I have no doubt about that, and knowing that gives me the strength and endurance to go on.
I have a testimony of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. His atonement is the only reason that the "hole" inside me can become "whole." I rely heavily on the atonement. I have felt Christ's comforting arms surround and envelope me....I turn to Him daily for much needed comfort.
I know that God still communicates to prophets today. I know God is the same, yesterday, and tomorrow....that is why I know he would still give revelation now. President Thomas S. Monson is the prophet for the world and will never lead us outside of Christ's realm.
Through scripture, I can feel the comfort of the Holy Ghost. Both the Bible and The Book of Mormon have given me the strength to endure. Job's lessons in the bible have caused me to feel his pain and know I can go on and be an example of goodness, and Moroni's (Book of Mormon) testimony of Christ has edified my soul.
God lives, He loves us. Yes, trials we shall have....hard trials..... He does this so we can rely on Him. Yes, I have always relied on him, but I now can completely understand what it means to turn my life over to Him. I want to live in a way that will bring purpose and direction in my life...He created me for a purpose...He created each of us for a purpose...I want to fulfil my purpose.
Thank you for listening and loving me. I know we may have different beliefs, but we are all children from the same God! May you all find peace and happiness and purpose in your life. If you are ever interested in my beliefs, you can visit, www.lds.org.
I love you guys!
Angela