In Loving Memory of
Evan Jamison Schmidt
November 5, 1993 - July 6, 2000

Evan's Story

Evan, as maybe Christopher did, loved McDonalds, his order was always,
"cheeseburger, no pickles please..."
so on our fourth of July weekend, we like to serve cheeseburgers, no pickles please for him.


We always called "Evan, Our precious gift from Heaven." His favorite colors were
pink and red and now when the sky
has those beautiful hues we know Evan is in heaven painting the sky for us.

I hope these pictures and story will give you an idea of what our "little buddy" was like.
"Little Buddy" was his notorious nick-name.

In Loving Remembrance of Evan
'The Little Buddy'
Ann, Laurasmom

These are three special gifts for Angel Evan from my friend Marie.
You can visit her website for her son Rob here - Rob Northrop's Site

These are two loving gifts to Angel Evan from my dear friend Carol and her Angel Michael.

This beautiful gift for Angel Evan is from my friend Janet.

Evan loved going up "North", pretending to be the mighty hunter that his older brothers, dad and mommy are. To know Evan even for a short moment, one fell in love with him. People would stop us in stores and say what a beautiful child he is and that he looked like an angel, little did they know that he soon would become one. His hair was a beautiful golden-red and he just glowed.

After having a peanut butter ice cream cone with mommy and daddy for a bedtime snack, he ran downstairs excitedly to see his older sisters as they were setting up a new aquarium. Earlier in the evening he was outdoors with his older brothers and daddy doing "guy things" (working in the yard together). Evan and God chose his time well. Evan, being the youngest of our children spent quality time with each of us the night he left. About two weeks before Evan died, he would at random come up to my husband or myself and say, "Wanna hold me mom? or Wanna hold me dad?" We'd say "of course Evan"
and fold him into our arms... We think Evan had a premonition of what was to come...

Evan died unexpectedly around 9:00 pm the night of July 6th, 2000 in my arms with all of his older brothers and sisters near him. He literally climbed the stairway to heaven touching Nick, Courtney, Drew, Kristen and daddy as his spirit left his little body that night in my arms. We to this day don't really have a cause of death as it may have been a seizure so great that tripped a cardiac arrest in him or vice-versa. Being a nurse, I tried to resusitate him, was able to bring him back once and then he coded again and I was not able to bring him back. We live in the country, it took far too long to get the ambulance here, roads were
under construction to get to town, nothing seemed to go right, it just wasn't meant to be...

Evan impacted our lives so fully in life and still does in "heaven". We feel him with us all the time. He was pure energy. He led us down another path, and since his passing, we have another child, Evan's little brother, Weston that came into our lives. Evan guided us, we are sure of, in our journey to Ukraine and through the adoption process to bring Weston into our lives. Evan became a big brother too and he certainly would have liked that! We had no regrets when Evan died, only that we could have had "One more Day". He gave so much love and was loved by all that knew him...the best way he probably would have responded
to all of this was "You're freakin' me out".

The Broken Chain

We did not know that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you the day God called you home
You left us peaceful memories,
your love is still our guide,
and though we cannot see you, you are always by our side.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same,
but as GOD calls us one by one, the CHAIN will link again.
~ Author unknown

Butterflies, VERY significant to us, as the weekend of July fourth, Kristen, (one of Evan's big sisters and I went for a walk to the back field) where we had an awesome time picking white daisys and sitting on a bench back there when an orange and yellow butterfly was flitting about. We watched this and took several pictures of Kristen and Evan. They would have been his very last pictures as he passed away 2 days later. The film didn't wind into the camera, we were devastated that none of the pictures of that day turned out. When Evan died on the 6th, I was looking at a vase he had made me for Mother's Day 2000, upon this vase of which he had colored were little white daisys and orange butterflies. The vase sits on our fireplace mantle as a constant reminder of the presence of a greater being in our lives. God and Evan both knew his time was near. The significance of the butterflies on Mother's Day and then again on July 4th weekend when he died were far too great to just be a fluke. This is actually
our "butterfly" story and always will be as we see certain butterflies flitting about, we know Evan is among them...


Evan in a 6-wheeler with some of his own pumpkins.

Evan liked Pooh and Tigger, and he also like his tractors and little four wheeler.
Now he "free wheels with Jesus."

Always There

Although I am in Heaven...
Remember that for every smile that you make,
I will be smiling with you.
For every tear that you cry,
I will be crying with you.
For every dream you have to reach,
I will be reach it with you.
~Unknown Author~

This pic with all the children was Evan's last Christmas, he was so happy all the time,
and you can see how much he was the "hub" of our family.


This pic of my husband Steve and Weston are when they now plant pumpkins
for both Evan and Weston up North.

My Evan and the thunderhead. Took this tonight after work when I was visiting. We have an awesome God.

The mention of my child's name
may bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
let me hear the music of his name!
It soothes my broken heart and sings to my soul!
~ Author Unknown ~

Dear Sue and ANGEL Evan

Please don't think of your ANGEL Evan as gone
He is just away for a while
He has flown his way Into an unknown land
With that special smile of his
And a wave of his hand
Just open your Eyes and Heart
Through that special star up above
He will be blowing kisses down to you
And sending you all his love

Written By Sue-Anne Aguilera~Lee'sMom

In Loving Memory of Lee Henry Aguilera

A friend can hear a tear drop.

This webpage is created
In Loving Memory of Evan Jamison Schmidt
on June 30, 2007
Last updated: November 10, 2017
2007 - 2017