Erik Evans

My Dear Erik,
It has been over three years now since I was with you in Surgical Intensive Care and your brain and body decided to give up.
I miss you more than anyone can ever know. You were, and always will be my "Baby Boy". Out of all five of my kid's you were undoubtedly the toughest. I never, ever thought anything bad could happen to you, but it did.
I wish more than ever that I would have insisted that you and your brother, Chuck, had come to my house to watch the Chiefs/Broncos play on TV that night, Sept. 12, 2004. I had snacks and everything. But you were both "Big Boys" and wanted to celebrate in your own way. Charles didn't mean to hurt you that night, he really didn't. When I got the call that you were in SICU, I couldn't believe it, but I went and found out it was true.
A lot has gone on in our lives since you've been gone, but you have never been forgotten, you never will be.
The last thing you told me in person before the insident was "you are so pretty mom", and "I love you". I will never forget that.
I love you and miss you more than ever my "Baby Boy".
With love forever and always,
XOXO
Mom

Julie Evans