Remembering Evee
Precious, beloved, remembered
I knew Evee since she was a pre-teen. She could not have been more full of life - in all its joy, curiosity, sorrow, victory, pain, hope and hardship.
I remember sitting with Evee, aged 12 or 13, on a field at Camp Sunrise, as a few of us ditched the main talk so we could talk about other stuff.
She asked about the Spirit of God. The Spirit who hovered over creation, described as Counsellor, Advocate, Wisdom in her name Sophia.
Evee welcomed that Spirit into her life on that grass at that camp on that day, and the Spirit never left her. Still hasn’t.
Today on the remembrance of Pentecost - the day the Spirit descended upon a small group of people and moved them to inclusion, sacrifice, sharing, others-preferring love, breaking bread - we remembered Evee’s life.
She knew hardship, more than most. Yet she still carried life, joy, hope, advocacy and comfort in herself for the blessing of others.
Our last time together she asked me why I was trying to help her, why did I care? I just said she was precious, she was worth it, I remembered her. I didn’t need anything from her, I just really wanted her to be well. She hugged me unusually long at the corner of Main and Hastings, and then we parted.
A few weeks later I heard that her pain had taken her.
I mourned, grievously. But I also dared to be comforted, knowing that she is now in full freedom, comfort and love. Pain and sorrow are gone. She is with the Spirit now.
Thank you for your life, Evee. You are precious and beloved, remembered.
“Though your days here were brief,
Your spirit was alive, awake, complete.”
- John O’Donohue
