As hard as it is to lose loved ones, time eases into our souls a great revelation that, while not here physically, their essence remains vibrant because we love them still. Treasured memories help fill the painful void.

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
- Alfred Tennyson

This tribute is to celebrate the beautiful life of one who delighted in laughing, joking, showering her family w/love, sharing her faith, standing tall for her Southern heritage, honoring her country, defending its military, being our resident doctor, glaring at ignorance, ranting on insensitivity, hugging hurts and spending late nights emailing back and forth to wile away hours of loyal and unchanging friendship. She was a wife, mother, grandmother, nurse, artist, proud Floridian, loved the Smoky Mountains, and longed each winter for Florida snow. She spoke so often of her beloved parents and enjoyed researching her ancestry. What a reunion they must've had Sept 10th. As we said goodbye to Evanda from our perspective, she was joyfully welcomed by and reunited with many.

For now we see through a glass darkly;
but then face to face.
Now I know in part; but then shall I know
even as I am known. - I Cor 13:12

For several months Van had been going throughout the house cleaning out rooms, closets and drawers, packing in preparation for the move to their new home. At the same time she was organizing thoughts of their travels as retirement approached. In retrospect, what an enlightened analogy and foretaste of what lay ahead for our dear sister and friend!

Deepest thanks to Richard for so freely
sharing w/us following Van's death.

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Last updated 9.09.2011.
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