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EVAN PETER LAMPROPOULOS
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EVAN LAMPROPOULOS Obituary
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Justin Lampropoulos
November 7, 2013
June 18, 2013
Oxford, England, Macdonald Randolph Hotel
Evan,
Tonight I had a good conversation with Mom. We're all still trying to make sense of the rather acute happenings of several years ago. One thing of great comfort is knowing full well what is left behind and what is awaiting ahead. The evolution of the last few years has been more of the same in many respects; I am still in Europe (miss the early morning/late night talks); kids are still growing like crazy; there's a new one, Stella; and we're all marching forward to the beat of life.
While there's much sadness -a void even -in all of us, there's much to be grateful for. The memories, moments, and excitement about what was and what awaits us keep us level and enduring. Every now and then we look to the water, sky and ski hills (Mom, George, Kate and I went to Europe's largest indoor snowhill...you would have been unimpressed) and think about you and your contribution to our lives and forward looking perspectives.
There won't ever be a minute, hour, or day that we don't think about what a great soul you were, and remain, and are blessed to have had your positive influence and impact on our lives. I take comfort in knowing you're probably having a plate of YaYa's famous dolmades and Greek spaghetti while enjoying the company of our legacy in Heaven; I take comfort in the fact that you get to play catch or toss a football with 'Big Daddy' every so often.
Unrelated, I suppose that sadness that I thought this letter would bring has really only made me laugh and appreciate the love I continue to have for you (and all of us) and funny times we had together. It's those times that keep me smiling on a late night flight or while sitting in a meeting (yes, I still wear a suit everyday) which goes for all of us.
Until that moment, we'll continue thinking about you and appreciate your ongoing contribution to who we are and where we're going.
We. Believe.
Justin
Megan Clark
November 2, 2013
Evey
I never got to say goodbye! And I never got to tell you in person just how much you mean to me. I always believed in you and wanted the best for you! I always thought we would grow old being best friends and sharing life's sparrows and joys.
I can still remember the first day we met by accident, you see I was a very shy girl sitting by Your FUN friends (Zak and Jordan) at Olympus in art class. I thought it would be a quiet term and a relaxing class. Boy was I wrong they would tease me constantly about everything and one day you decided to come and hang out with them in class. Bam I met you! And to this day I am so glad those boys decided to sit by me so I could meet you! You are an amazing person and have so many people that love and admire you!
I am also very grateful I got to meet your amazing family. From cute Kate cutting my hair to hanging out with your amazing mom at the sports mall. You and your mom always encouraged me to follow my dreams! And I will always admire you and your mom for your courage, strength and kindness.
It really still feels like you are on a fun trip far away and cannot answer your phone. I am sorry it has taken me so long to say goodbye. But I know you are in an amazing place with people that love you and your with our Heavenly Father who's love is so great! And his work is so very important.
Thank you for everything Ev and all the amazing memories!
Love forever
September 7, 2013
Dear Little Brother,
I am not writing a final goodbye. I am sharing my experience with others so they may know of the little boy I grew up with.
You loved to tease period. Any time a friend would come like Meagan Marriott you chased her around with a spoon.All I could do was laugh.
You loved to punk Spencer Chipping, my best friend in high school as a guy friend. You sprayed pot potpourri in his face and he chased you! You loved it.
I think you only did this with the ones you knew would not really kick your butt!
In the pool we could alway count on getting squirted with the water gun.
You loved to make people happy, you loved attention,to be the joker.
You loved it when people were happy.
At a young age, I knew you were very artistic and creative. I like to think of me telling you that you had a gift and to follow it or at least encourage you to express the graphic design in you. You took that challenge.
You started Kadia Clothing Company at a young age and created unique clothes for boarding and overall sports. Our whole family wears them all the time
Your ability to film people and the sky, the water and the piers blossomed in to amazing photography.
They say the brightest stars burn out the fastest. Thats what you were. You conquered and overcame trials some people can't do in a lifetime.And you never gave in to sadness. You were always positive.
I laugh when I think of how bright and chipper you were in the morning -always coming in and teasing me when I was sleeping. Everyone knows that could turn out badly. (Angie in the morning? Not good.) You looked after me and wanted me to be happy. You said in your final video you were worried about your sister Angie. Thank you, but I have your strength from your love and concern.
I am blessed I lived with you 17 years and that we had that time again at Mom an George's.
I hope you watch over us because I talk to you a lot. I am lucky, blessed, fortunate. But MOSTLY, honored to be your sister.
I didn't know I would have to say "good-bye" but if that is the time allowed, I'd choose to be your sister all over again.
Boo, you affected my life and still do everyday. I carry you with me. I miss you. It's so unfair. I am honored to have been a witness of your life, a support, your mean sister sometimes, Ava's Mom, and your older (not much) sister.
I carry in my heart the memories and the music. I continue to seek your spirit and live this life until I see you again.
I cannot wait for that moment. Until then, I hope an pray you watch over us.
Addie (Angie Lampropoulos Parrish)
June 23, 2013
Cindy,
Recently I told you about an experience I had but I wanted to share it with you in writing. You had asked me to scan several pictures of Evan for the book you are putting together. All together I think there were about 200 pictures and I was hesitant to get started because I knew it would take a lot of time. I decided one evening about 9 pm to get started. As you know I only met Evan a couple of times so I didn't know him as well as others did. As I scanned the pictures that evening I got to know him a lot better. I saw a little boy who was fun, loving and loved. I was so intrigued by the pictures and the more I did the closer I felt I got to him. I have to tell you Cindy that after a while I felt as though Evan was looking over my shoulder, guiding me if you will. I felt as though he was in the room with me that night. I worked well past midnight that evening and forgot all about time. I felt as though I was spending time with an old friend. I even found myself laughing a few times which I know was Evan like. Like I said earlier, I only met Evan a couple of times, but after this experience I feel an eternal bond to him. I look forward to meeting him again someday.
Love,
Kerry Parker
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Linda and Mark Miller
June 3, 2013
Cindy, All of our family remember how we were blessed by our association with the Lampropoulos family during our children's growing up years on Camille Drive. Even though we'd known you somewhat living in Sandy in Willow Creek, it was so much fun to live around the corner from you when we moved to the Olympus area. There was no greater influence on some of our family members than yours. There were many good people who were important in their lives, but 3 little boys could not have had more fun than our Brandon had with Justin and Evan. Because of our little boys being othe same age, there was a special closeness with the Lampropoulos family.
I remember having the crib that we had used for our children set up in our unfinished kitchen. I painted it white and fixed it up so you wouldn't need to buy another since afer Justin you gave yours away.
I can still see it set up and waiting for Evan in the the little alcove in Fred and Cindy's bedroom. He became part of a great family.
I loved looking at all of the fun and beautiful photogtaphy of the 5 Lampropoulos children and good friends on the family room wall.
There were many times spent there visiting or somtimes I stayed over and tended while Fred and Cindy went away for on business for a few days.
It was fun for me to get away from a remodeling project at home although I was always a bit tired. Evan was a very active child. Lots of energy as a little boy and in to his adulthood.
Ashley remembers babysitting Evan and Justin, and very often Brandon was there too making it even more challenging. She must have been about 8 when Evan was born and would often tend them from about the time when Evan was a toddler to about 6 or 7 years old. She would say "Trying to chase them around their huge yard, the house, tree house, pool area, and garage was so hard!" Those were great years when our families were so close.
The boys were like the Three Musketeers. Except when they played policemen and made Evan be the police dog and put him in the tree house. That was kind of sad for Evan. I'm sure Justin and Brandon thought it was funny. The many basketball games between the Millers and Lampropoulos' families. They played hard too.
I remember Cindy telling me with a laugh a number of times, not to blame her if Brandon didn't turn out right. Well, he turned out just great and we're grateful for their family's influence ando the happy years the boys spent together.
Cindy, you always claimed to be Brandon's second mother and then Brian's mother. He was Bri-guy and the shorter Bryan was yours. The difference in size was funny. Brian, Bri-guy 5'6" and your Bryan on his toes was 5'10 1/2". They were your Bryans for sure.
Brian has so many tender feelings for your family. Evan was his "room mate" during the year he lived with you. He loved Evan as a big brother and when Fred left, he cried and said he would step in and help as the boy's big brother and daddy figure. Justin was 11 and Evan was 8. Brian helped Evan get his Eagle and was so proud of him when he got it at 14 years old.Brian's involvement in the Olympics was so exciting to Evan. He wanted to go everywhere and see everything that was going on. Cindy , Brian and Evan did visit the housing for the Olympics and many of the events together.
Brian has said, "The Lampropoulos family has been a miracle in my life!" It is true. Bryan hired him at Merit Medical where he is successful today so many years later when they worked and teased together. Brian had become discouraged about finding a job after many months when Bryan Lampropoulos stepped in and said, "I'm taking a chance with you, so don't let me down."
He never did and is still doing very well.
But the boys are "home" now and we are all blessed that we will meet as friends again one day. We loved them then and we love them now. Bless you and thank you for letting us be a part of Evan's endowment session. That was very meaningful to see that part of his life fulfilled. He always had it in him.
With love to all of you,
Linda and Mark Miller
May 31, 2013
March 25, 2013
Dear Cindy,
It was an honor to be considered to be part of that special spring day at the Jordan River Temple in helping to fulfill Evan's desire to go to the temple. Especially that of acting proxy for his initiatory. Thank you so much for thinking of me and my parents. It will always be one of those few experiences in my life that mean alot. It's a blessing from God to know that we can perform these special ordinances on their hehalf. A sign of His love and mercy for us.
It was good to have so many of his close friends there as well. They loved Eeps and shared in that day.
During that day in the temple, I felt that Evan and Bryan were joined in brotherhood ever more so than before, both having received the initiatory and endowment now. Priesthood bearers and now servants in the Lords celestial army.
My impression was that they were together, looking over the event, happy and proud. Proud of their mother for staying strong, being the rock and making it happen because of the power and faith that only a mother could offer. These ordinances that they both have completed now would serve as a reminder to their spouses and families of their love and devotion to their Heavenly Father and the Savior.
Their new connection reminds all of us that they have just arrived to serve Him a bit sooner than the rest of us and makes us want to work harder daily to be faithful. My impressions continue that they are working hand in hand, together, in special projects that He entrusts them with saving and serving multitudes. They wouldn't have it any othe way. Being the best at whatever they put their hands on. Evan following his big brothers lead, as always, and Bryan leading his brother in his own way, something he always wanted to do. Both partaking in the great work that brings Gods children true happiness.
As I participated in the initiatory, and George in the endowment, my thoughts were on my buddy. A tryly humblng experience. It was a tremendous privilege to be a part of something so important and so sacred, something which connected me with the family into the eternities even more than what I already expected. Evan and I always had a great relationship and there was an underlying understanding from him what I believed and valued most and I had always hoped that the example that I was called upon to set, would have served its purpose in some way, some day.
Even though we only spoke occasionally when he was in CA., when we reunited, it was always like I was seeing my own brother and he was always sure to tell me about small pieces of his desire to be a part of the Gospel again and to teach Hillary the Gospel. He kept his word and so did she by being baptized.
Our farewell phrase was always "follow in the footsteps", which started out as a joke that i would teach him what I knew since I had quite a few years on him. To teach him things around the house and yard, but included my love for the Church and Gospel and my testimony. I had always hoped that he would take his own initiative and learn for himself. Fancy the way the Lord works and now the shoe is on the other foot. I will be following in his footsteps now. I've always learned from every Lampropoulos I know and have looked up (really downward...)at each one of them. This continues true.
Cindy, Thank you for all of your love and support over the years towards me and my family. I truly learned life's lessons from the time spent in your home and I am who I am for knowing you as you loved and treated me like one of your own. I always will be.
May you have the Lords blessings and strength as you continue to set a firm example to those around you of the importance of faithfully following the Savior. I know the Plan of Salvation is of God and it will bless you and your family, as well as mine, in to the eternities. I am gateful to both you and George for your examples and our forever kinship. Evan and Bryan were amazing men. I miss them too. Their legacies will stand forever, until we meet them again. I am a better man for knowing them. They have changed my life in more ways that you will ever know. I am forever in debt.
God's blessings upon you, George and your family, Deanna and Hillary and their families.
Lovingly,
Brian Miller
May 31, 2013
Dear Cindy, All of our family rememver how we were blessed by our assoication with the Lampropoulos family during our children's growing up years on Camille Drive. Even though we'd known you somewhat in Willow Creek. It was so much fun to live around the corner from you when we moved to the Olympus area. There was no greater influence on some of our family members than yours. There were many good peple who were important in their lives, but 3 little boys could ot have had more fun than our Brandon had with Justin and Evan. Because of our little boys being the same age, there was a special closemess with the Lampropoulos family.
I remember having the crib that we had used for our children set up in our unfinished kitchen. I painted it white so Cindy wouldn't need to buy a crib as she'd given hers away after Justin finished using it. I can still see it set up and waiting for Evan in the little alcove in Fred and Cindy's room. He became parat of a great family. I loved looking at all of the beautiful photography of the 5 Lampropoulos children on the family room wall. There were many times spent there visiting or sometimes staying over a few days while Fred and Cindy were away. It was fun for me to get away from a remodeling project at home. I must admit it was a bit exciting tending Evan. He was full of energy and life even as a litle guy.
Ashley remembers babysitting Evan and Justin and very often Brandon was there too. She must have been about 8 when Evan was born and would often tend them from about the time when Evan was a toddler to about 6 or 7 years old. She says "Trying to chase them around their huge yard, house, tree house, pool area, and garage was so hard!" Those were great years when oure families were close. The boys were like the Three Musketeers, I'm sure always getting together at the Lampropoulos house where they had room to play and endless energy. I remember Cindy telling me with a laugh a number of times, not to blame her if Brandon didn't turn out alright. Well, he turned out just great and we're grateful for their family's influence and the happy years the boys spent together. Cindy, you always claimed to be Brandon's second mother...and then there was your other son Brian. Big Bri.
Brian has so many tender feelings for the Lampropoulos family. Evan was his "room mate" during the years that he lived with your family for the Olympics. He loved Evan in a "big brother" sort of way and love the time he spent with you.You guys would go to the gym and exercise. Evan loved having Brian there to jump up on (6"5") and they would talk about the Oklympics which Brian was involved in and Evan was so excited about. Brian has said, "The Lampropoulos family has been a miracle in my life!" It is true. We are grateful for the years we spent being close to you . Evan is "home" and we are all bless that we will will meet as friends again one day.
With Love,
Linda and Mark Miller
Dougie Christon
April 14, 2013
Pizza ang good friendsto bring smiles to our faces and slowley fill up the gap left by you Evan. We will be here twice a year. Its our gig now bud.
Grama Cindy Lampropoulos
April 11, 2013
Today is Joshua's 16th birthday. It's so hard to believe he is growing up so fast and really is a wonderful young man full of the Spirit. Evan, Josh would give you the "nod" for your effort in becoming active in the Church and Bryan would be as proud as any parent could be as he sees his first born. Josh has experienced too much grief for his young life, so for his 16th birthday blessing, his Grama wants to ask the Lord to grant him joy and peace and the strength to stay steady in the Gospel as he conquers the world...becuase I believe he thinks he can. Bless him from above Evan and Bryan with the angels that love him there and still here on Earth.
I love you Joshua! Happy life always.
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April 6, 2013
Hi Cindy, I am in Miami today but I wanted to let you now that i'm thinkinking of Evan today (Mar 250. When I think of Evan, I think of Bry-yo, the boyz. I sure miss them. I know they are ih good Hands are are surely very busy. I am susre you feel their presence a lot. I wa scalled as Family History Osultat i my ward ad think bak often to being a part of Evanss eork ast year. I know that work is His work, I feel it instantly. I find the Spirit ftronger in doing this than anything see and rightfuly so because everything we do in our live that pertais to the gospel, naturally, revolves bak to what is doe in the tenpke. I know you joy i the greatness sthat your boy were. I hope yu and Geogre are eoying the lidsk grand ids jobs, and serving in the hutch. Love you, Bri-yo
Cindy Lampropoulos
March 25, 2013
Well yet another pizza eating gathering tonight with you.How great you were to have so many friends think of you and still miss you! And who accepted you as you were.
The Spirit was growing in you
and leading you in the right direction. They noticed.
Your family loves and misses you and your friends we will always consider our family.
Love always son.
Halloween 2013 The Netherlands. Justin was of COURSE Batman, Andrew too, Sadie a princess and Stella....Huh?
March 12, 2013
Christmas 2013 The Netherlands
Cindy Lampropoulos
March 12, 2013
Cindy Lampropoulos
March 12, 2013
You painted a picture for me on canvas with an open Bible, the words Thank You across it and a candle to light the way. That I believe was another one of those quiet messages you were leaving me. Thank you son.
George Gourley
January 25, 2013
Hey E man it's been awhile , I miss you dearly. This is the opening prayer I was happy to give in your behalf.
Our Father in Heaven
We gather before thee with heavy humble hearts, to pay our respects to Evan Lampropoulos, who is our brother.
We thank Thee for the opportunity to witness his life on this earth. We thank Thee for Thy Plan of Salvation, with the opportunity to come to this earth to be tested and learn the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Our Father please bless Evan's family and friends thru the Holy Spirit with Thy support for the understanding of this Plan.
Bless the speakers and musical participants with Thy spirit that they may speak/sing from their hearts and we may receive in that same Spirit.
May we find comfort in the knowledge that Evan is with loved ones in Paradise doing Thy work.
We are grateful for a living Prophet Thomas Monson and all the General Authorities. We testify that Joseph Smith to be a Prophet. We believe the Book of Mormon to be true and the Gospel of Jesus Christ to be true.
I dedicate this meeting unto Thee and Evan in Thy Son's name, even Jesus Christ, Amen.
Jen Lampropoulos
January 3, 2013
As a New year begins, I gather all the many lessons learned in my own life, and find myself learning from your way of living, caring, and loving. Your vibrant energy, in conjuction with your sense of humor and fearless abilities help guide me when I am feeling afraid, unsure or hesitant.. You never hesitated, and how your life RODE! Much the same as how you rode your board... Weekly skiing trips with you .. Following you, trying to keep up and amazed at your craziness and lack of fear were memories that are unparalleled to any. I cannot believe still, that you are not here.. I find myself loging to be silly with you, and have you rub my shoulders WAY to hard... And then your tights hugs.... The hardest things to accept, are those which we have little to no comprehension or understanding.... Therefore, I struggle through the questions and pray you have found your " hill" equipped with snow, powder of course... Your board, and of course all the pranks within reach.. I miss you, my baby brother, and pray we will be reunited.. In the meantime.... I'll
"let it be". EVERYTHIING's MAGIC!
Cindy Lampropoulos
December 31, 2012
Happy New Year son...Tomorrow is January 1, 2013. It's an unbelievable feeling that this is the second New Year's without you being here with us. Memories flood my heart from all the years before.
We are at Justin and Kate's for the Holidays. Yesterday we went skiing in doors a place called SkiWorld...Utah's snow is, right? But, it's in the Netherlands and the people here think it is the greatest skiing ever. As I rode up the ski lift, I looked around and you were everywhere. Red Bull sponsor signs, rails, tables in place for boarders to jump. Every boarder that jumped was you. The boards I saw should have the designs on them that you always wanted to do. I saw the desire you had to share your work in Kadia to the world in your creativeness.
Justin and I talked of you and him boarding together. He reminded me how he went with you and Brandon Guy to Brighton Ski Resort as a young teen to board. I smiled but wanted to scream and ask the world "why? why? why?"
I often want to do that because I don't understand all of this.
I miss you son. I love you Evan.
I am not sure where you are exactly, but I am here with you in my heart and soul.
Happy New Year my boy. Stay near.
Cindy Lampropoulos
December 6, 2012
Tuesday was December 4, your birthday. I remember it so well. Getting up early in the morning and telling all the other children when we returned we would be bringing a brother home to them. Justin was excited. He would no longer be the baby. You would.
As the doctor lifted you from me, your Dad said "now be careful,that may be the next president of the United States you're holding."
You were a pretty baby. 7# 11oz, 20'.
Evan, as you grew your hair had curls. They were soft and mom let them stay curly and longer. You also got so chubby that we couldn't put shoes on you by five months. You went bare footo or wore socks. Bryan then named you "Chunk" which no matter how lean you became as you grew, he called you "Chunk."
It was a rain with snow day 27 years ago as it was two days ago. My mind remembers you lying in your little crib in the hospital as I starred at you for the longest time. You were calm. It wasn't until you learned you had a voice and many, many words that you no longer would be considered a calm child. I loved your energy (sometimes) and as you grew and was so independent in joinging others in their causes such as walking for pennies after school at Howard R. Driggs Elementary it becme your MO. Everyone who ever knew you saw you lead out and join in the causes that would give energy and bring good to mankind.
Deanna arranged for the family to have dinner at your favorite Bonsi. We all showed up for you. Justin and Kate of course are living in The Netherlands so they couldn't be there. Butthe chef put on a good show and the food was as you would have had it. There were two empty chairs that will forever be until that day when I see my son Bryan and you again.
So many people wrote on your FaceBook account. It was amazing. By 6:30 AM there must have been at least 40 of your friends and family sending greetings of love and joy to you.
Oh that I were an angel, I would seek out you and Bryan and hold my sons once again.
It is Christmastime again. I'm always so sad during this time. Need to get the Grinch out and watch it. I have tried to carry on your traditions...but without you it's an empty event.
I love you. I miss you. Stay near son, please stay near.
Praise to the Lord during this time of year for the life He gave us that we all may be together again.
Dave Alexander
December 4, 2012
Today was your birthday and you weren't far from my thoughts dear brother. As I sit here in my living room the warmth and love of my Savior reminds me how much of an impact your friendship has had on my life. Today I went to work at the Treehouse Museum in Ogden and just hearing the laughter of all the small children reminded me of how precious we are to God. Thank you so much for being my "lifeline" when I needed some insight on what I needed to write about for the next song or even to check up on me to see how I was doing. Give my grandfather and nephew a hug and tell them I love them. "Everything's Magic"!!!
Paula Densley
October 26, 2012
Dear Family,
Just a note to say Evan is the most awesome young man I have ever had the privilege of knowing!
God bless him now and forever!!!!
Paula Densley
Singing in the rain...and then there was a rainbow.
Cindy Lampropoulos
October 26, 2012
Go SOX, Go Bryan Go Boys!
Cindy Lampropoulos
October 25, 2012
What a great smile!
Cindy Lampropoulos
October 25, 2012
Cindy Lampropoulos
October 22, 2012
Dear Son, Well, tonight two years ago we were busy getting ready for your wedding, packing for that incredible honeymoon (ha), unwrapping so many gifts and counting so many crockpots.
You were to leave at midnight to go on an airplane to NY and then what was to be the cruise of your life! It was George's an my wedding gift to you. To make memories. However, for whatever reason, it wasn't so great...Evan cried every day. Why?
Only Hillary would know that. Maybe he was homesick or maybe it was because they didn't have free flowing pizza and room service. Or, somewhere in my soul I now wonder if a ska part of Evan knew he was dying and his life would not be what he wanted with Hillary. It's s stretch but I have remembered many things where I have this small insight that maybe he knew. No, I don't think he knew when or why but often the Spirit guides.
It is also Jenis birthday tomorrow. To be a day to remember and share, it now is a somber rememberance of our brother 's life. Oh Evan. You were so special. I celebrate your life as I lift my vie up to Heaven an cry out your name. I love you so very much.
Hillary was your little angel whom sat by you hight after night. You chose her and she accepted, but who would have known what lie ahead?
It's almost Halloween. You love it. It began the Holidays for you. It makes me sad you aren't here.
Boo had knee surgery. A pin had to be put in to his knee. it oat $1250.00 Even after his cast came off he didn't really recover very well. We have taken him bak to the doctor and had an MRI (another ($1250.00) to see if there is something going on in his spine. RIght now we are trying antibiotics, and then if they dont work, we will do a biopsy. No, it won't be caner they assure me.
Sometimes I have these moments that I must take such care of him for you...and for me. He's all I have of you. I love him as you did son.
Well, I miss our talks and your squeezes that were supposed to b hugs. I look forward to that day again. I loe you.
Cindy Lampropoulos
May 29, 2012
Hi Son, It's Memorial Day. We went to the "place where you and Bryan are" (don't care for the other word). There were so many flowers all around, it was a pretty sight at a sad place.
I pondered your life as you gave me so many memories. Your laugh, your chocolate eyes. I see people who dress like you did and I smile, not because they remind me of you, but because of who you were and how much I miss and love you. I pray the temple work we did for you was received with gladness of heart and now you are endowed to go forth and do more of the Lord's work with Bryan. My boys. Who would have thought this. I often look at the sun and know how much you liked its warmth, but then I am so troubled by the fact the sun can take lives. That's a paradox isn't it?
You are mine. I am your mother and I am proud to call you son. Thanks for the memories on this Memorial Day.
Jenifer Lampropoulos
April 2, 2012
It is always interesting to me how we can learn of ones life, through their death. This is also the case with Christ. Throughout the centuries, we have come to know him, learn of him and those he inspired... This is also true with Evan. I am honored to be called his sister. The lives he inspired, the smiles he enhanced and the spirit of his being is forever etched into many of our lives... I can only hope to be such an example and leader as was my littlest brother... Until we meet again... Jen-Jen. PS... yes! We've got this! (oh yea, and That knee? It's better.. Mostly.!) told ya so! XOXO
Zakary Sonntag
April 1, 2012
Lips Blue as the Pacific Depths
On a morning in Febuary, in Orange County, California, I was startled awake by a loud knock on my apartment door. I looked at the clock—7:30am. On a Saturday? I ignored it, and pulled the sheets over my head. I wouldn't get back to sleep, though, because the person knocked again and again, each knock louder than the last. Are you serious, I thought to myself, Who possibly has this kind of audacity? I got out of bed and opened the door.
“There he is!” Evan said, and swung his arms open. “Baba ghanoush!”
He pulled me into a hug. He was wearing flip flops, board shorts and a tank top—a signature outfit he donned regardless of season. He slid past me to the balcony.
He said, “We're going surfing, and don't even try to get out of it because I know you got nothing going on today.”
He stood my surfboard up and hoisted it into the air.
“Heads up.” He said. “I'll be fitting this into the car.”
I stepped outside. It was cold and cloudy, not my idea of a beach day. But as I stared after Evan, bouncing jauntily on the balls of his feet, balancing my board over his head, the conditions didn't seem to bother me. If it were anyone else, I'd have given them an earful and gone back to bed. But not Evan. He had an uncanny ability that made you want to do whatever he did, which is why it was rarely just you and Evan. As I turned back in to grab my wetsuit, he yelled out,
“By the way, I got some friends waiting in the car. So don't lag.”
At the car, he introduced me to a pair of cute, sporty girls, brunettes with windblown hair. In a slow, rolling voice, one of them said to me, “What up man?” Evan, having been in So Cal for only six months, was already the hub of a large social wheel. The perpetual introductions were dizzying.
Boards strapped on, we headed to Newport. It was Evan's favorite beach. Not because it was a five minute drive, or because it suited transplants like us, being equal parts tourist and local, but because it was nostalgic. We walked the boardwalk often from Newport to Balboa piers', and he always made us stop in front of the beach house where his family vacationed every summer. We'd sit on its front wall and look out at the ocean. He'd reminisce about body surfing with his dad and brothers, and there would be a certain sadness in his voice, sadness for Bryan..
We unfurled our towels just north of the pier. The sky was steely gray. The wind was constant. The waves broke in hideous lumps. We were the only surfers for a mile.
“I thought you said you checked the surf report? You said it was good.” I scolded Evan.
“Dude! We're on the beach! It IS good.” He said.
In Febuary, the water temperature in New Port Beach is around 50 degrees, cold, by sane standards. You had to be crazy or numb to go in without a wetsuit. The girls and I pulled them on. Evan, against our admonitions, did not. He used to say that he was meant for the cold, that he was impervious to it. In Utah, if it started snowing on our way up to a ski resort, he'd roll down every window, turn the radio off, take deep meditative breaths and say, “Ahhhhh. Can you feel it? Just feel it!” I'd beg him to roll them up, but he'd only stick his head out and squint his eyes into the falling flakes and scream, “YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH! I love it!”
The four of us paddled out. There was no break and we bobbed aimless on the choppy surface, laying close to our boards to stay out of the wind. We each tried our luck on shapes that were at best relatively wavelike, but we fell from our boards as the shapes morphed and split. After an hour later, the girls and I had enough. We paddled in. Evan did not.
“Not till I catch a wave.” He said.
Suit yourself, we told him.
From the shore, prospects looked even worse—white caps running all the way to the horizon. The wind picked up and raindrops began to darken the sand.
I yelled to him from the water's edge, “COME IN.”
He shewed me with his hand, then fell off his board.
The girls and I huddled next to each other with a towel stretched over our heads and another across our laps. “Dude, your friend is crazy.” One of them said. You have no idea, I thought.
When Evan set out to do something—be it caching a wave, or something larger, like starting a clothing company, say—he was implacable. So trying now to talk him out of the water was a decidedly futile effort. (It should be said here that this same implacability could be dangerous. For example: any one whose been snowboarding with Evan must be amazed that it was cancer and not a misadventure in the terrain park that took him.)
We watched him paddle haphazard for an hour, falling from his board and climbing back on again. Until finally, in the distance, a distinct set appeared to be forming. “Hey! Look.” We said on shore. Evan pushed himself up on his board and craned his neck. He saw the set and reacted quickly. The waves grew. He paddled furiously toward them. It looked like the first one was going to crash right on him. His arms spun like propellers and he ascended its face until he popped off its the lip just as it began to fold.
He floated over the next two, and then began readying himself to catch the forth wave of the set. The wave was big, bigger than anything he'd ridden, or even attempted. He positioned himself and looked back over his shoulder. Just as it got there, though, Evan capsized. On the beach, we sighed, disappointed. But if there's one thing I know about Evan, its to never count him out. A split second before the wave reached his absent board, he popped out of the water like a penguin onto an ice float. Not even square on his board, the wave grabbed him and threw him down its face. He glided out in front, then wobbled to his knees and put up his front foot. It landed left on the board and caused him to veer sharp, cutting now back into the wave, which began to fold, and then crashed right were he'd been. Heading up its face, it looked certain he would launch air born off the crest. The girls and I jumped to our feet and gasped. But again he saved himself. He brought his back foot up and his board cut hard right back down the face, sending a spray into the air. He rode the wave out. We were all dumbfounded (Evan, perhaps, most of all.)
As he walked up the shore, his skin purple, his lips blue as the Pacific's depths, I don't know who was prouder, him or I. We gave him an ovation. He earned it.
Catching that wave was emblematically Evan, an example of the determination, confidence, and guts he brought to his undertakings that no one I know matches. It makes me indescribably sad to think of all he might have done. At least I can say he inspired my life, and his memory will continue to. For this I am great full.
I love you Eeps. I miss you incredibly. Thanks for your friendship. I will remember you always.
big fella; big Z; Z-unit; Zeek; Zee-morning-Zoo; Zon
Zak Sonntag
April 1, 2012
You've Been Had Episode 3
Our junior year of high school, Evan and I were shopping a thrift store in search of Halloween costumes, when we came upon a major windfall: faux police lights. We abandoned the search for costumes, left with the lights, and promptly formed our own vigilance committee..
The lights held in place with magnets, and plugged into a cigarette lighter for power. On top of my Ford Explorer, they looked entirely credible.
With the lights in place, we'd wait on various suburban side streets then pull behind random cars and let the cop lights roll. The drivers always complied. We sometimes sat behind them for as long as thirty minutes, just laughing at the presumed nervousness and confusion of these innocent law abiders. Then we'd flip a quick U-turn and speed away.
We discussed expanding the charade, getting a spot light and a megaphone and sirens and even uniforms and badges. It was a prank of much possibility. But sadly its potential was never reached.
A few days in, Evan asked to take the lights by himself to scare a girl he was courting. He drove a Jeep Cherokee from the early 90's, and I warned him that it might raise questions, but he insisted it was fine.
He took the lights, and that was the last I saw them.
Because before he was able to pull the girl over, he decided to make a few routine traffic stops, which may not have been a problem except for the fact he made them during daylight hours, and rather than depart in the opposite direction, he drove right past the cars he just pulled over. One of these people was not amused to discover he'd been had by a smirking teenager, and so chased Evan through the neighborhoods until he was able to copy his license plate. Shortly there after, a police officer (a real one) showed up at Evan's house. And Evan said exactly what he always said in times when blame was looking for him: “Zak! It was all Zak!”
So from Evan's house, the officer headed to mine.
I was lectured on the dangers and consequences of impersonating an officer. The lights were confiscated. But no charges were filed (not by the officer, anyway. My mother was less forgiving).
And thus the vigilance committee was dissolved.
Zak Sonntag
April 1, 2012
You've Been Had Episode 2
The prank Evan enjoyed most was victimizing the soundly asleep. At any given sleep over with Evan, one was liable to wake up with a ketchup-filled ear canal, or a head full of hair suffused with Pam cooking spray.
The funniest example happened in high school, when Olympus hosted a wing-T football camp. Teams from across Utah and Idaho came to participate, and our coach asked us to help house players from the visiting teams. Evan hastily volunteered his home, and five players from Gunnison, Utah came to stay with him. Evan invited me and a few other friends to stay the first night with the Gunnison kids.
“Your not going to want to miss this.” He told us.
Tired from a grueling day of camp, the visitors settled into their respective sleeping places early in the evening, then fell quickly and perilously to sleep.
Almost as soon as they shut their eyes, Evan set to work. On this night, he choose as his primary tool of punishment a permanent Sharpie marker. He first drew long lashes sprouting from their eyebrows, then freckles on their noses, then whiskers above their mouths, and then with suburb delicacy he drew cat-like eyes on the surface of their eyelids. In that moment a new practice was codified, and “Wildcating” was established as the superlative prank.
Polaroids were taken. Laughs were had. The victims remained asleep.
But that wasn't the end of it. To wake them up for camp in the morning, he filled their palms with shaving cream and tickled their faces with the tip of his shoe lace. When they woke, they were perplexed at having smeared cream in their own faces, certainly. But they were even more perplexed to find a Wildcat staring back at them in bathroom mirror. We were running late for camp so the Gunnison kids were afforded only a cursory clean up. And that day at camp, their helmets filled with inky sweat that ran down their faces and into their eyes.
The remaining nights of their stay, they slept wrapped in their sleeping bags like cocooned caterpillars.
zak Sonntag
April 1, 2012
You've Been Had Episode 1
Evan was a prankster, and one of the pranks he recurrently enjoyed at my expense was sending texts messages from my phone. If he found my phone untended, he would pick it up and start making a mess of my personal life. His favorite was writing lengthy, passionate confessions of love, then picking a handful of random names (not all of them women) to send it to. I'd later come back to find my phone inundated with reply's like: Sorry, I have a boyfriend. Or: Don't you have a girlfriend? Or: I'm so happy to hear that. Lets hang out tonight!
To this day I have an obsessive compulsion to guard my phone like something much more important than a phone.
Zak Sonntag
April 1, 2012
An unconventional campaign
Evan's first year of little league football, he wanted to play quarterback. But he was at a disadvantage because some of the other kids already had two years experience, and at quarterback was a returning starter.
Evan nonetheless was determined play the position. What I found so strange, though, was that his campaign to depose the starter was more political than athletic. His primary strategy, it seemed, was winning popularity.
He would circulate the sidelines, make fast friends, get them laughing with a joke, then turn deadly serious in the face and make a case for why the team needed him under center. From what I recall, his logic was erroneous. But it didn't matter, because his charisma was enormous. So enormous, in fact, he had us all pledging our loyalty before seeing him take a snap. When he did start taking snaps, however, it transpired that he was less adept than he'd led us to believe. But he didn't let up. He doubled down, continuing to politic for grass roots support.
And so developed my first impression of Evan—the kid who seemed to think that fumbling every snap was not a deal breaker for a quarterback, not so long as the quarterback had enough people cheering for him.
In the end, Evan did not unseat the incumbent.
Even so, there were those of us willing to see the team suffer, if only to let this immensely likeable kid get what he wanted.
April 1, 2012
Hey Bro I'm I love you everyday. Your never misused your time because loved your family, everyday you were an inspiration to me. I wish I could hug you. Angie
Hillary Lampropoulos
March 25, 2012
Hey love,
It was a beatiful day here. Today we spent the day outside in the sunshine, around animals, and nature. It was so peaceful. It reminded me of when my family and us went to the Houston zoo before you started treatment. We had so much fun there. I absolutely refused to spend 'your day' cooped up being sad. I know you would have wanted me to do nothing but celebrate you and your love for life today. This has been one long traumatic year, but I thank you for watching over me and helping me along the way. I will never forget your wink to me laying in that hospital bed this day last year. I will forever cherish that. I am blessed to have been married to such an amazing, loving, hilarious, adventurous person and to have experienced a love like ours. ? Love you always boo.
Big hugs and kisses,
Hillary
March 23, 2012
Evan,
We had some great times together. You were always so fun to be around. I remember how much fun we had on our bike ride up in Sun Valley. The best part was when you jumped in the river and started floating down it and Grandma was yelling at you to get out the whole time. That was so hilarious. Love you.
Jacob Lampropoulos
March 14, 2012
My Uncle Evan was a great person, but an even better Uncle. Uncle Evan was the definition of fun. I don't think there was ever a time that I was with him that I wasn't laughing my head off. Evan and I always had a way of forgetting all of our problems and we did that by playing catch with each other. Uncle Evan and I would take any and every opportunity we had to play catch. We would always be at Grandma's house eating dinner and he would just look at me and say, "Little Buddah". Then he would wink and then we would both stand up from the table and go grab our baseball mitts and a ball. Then we would start to play catch and forget the rest of the world. Another great memory that I have with my Uncle "Chunk" was when we were up in Sun Valley. Evan and I had our own loft, while everyone else was downstairs in their rooms. Uncle "Chunk" and I would go to bed at 11:30p.m. every night. Then we would both be laying in our beds and Evan would say "you ready?" Then I would say back, "Do you think they are all asleep?" and he would say, "There is only one way to find out?" So we both got out of bed and slipped down the stairs, but before we would sneak out the door Evan would have to stop by the kitchen and grab a bag of Doritos. Then we would slowly open the door and the second we both were out of the house, it was like Evan was my older brother and we would just walk under the millions of stars and would talk about everything. I will never forget the wonderful conversations we would have out there. And every night when we were just about to step back into the house, Evan would say "Man, do I LOVE the stars." Then we would walk back into the house at about 1:30a.m. We would both be very tired. Then, when we both would get into bed, Uncle "Chunk" would say, "Do you want to say the prayer or should I?" Then we would both get down on our knees and pray together every night. I love you and miss you Evan.
Joshua Lampropoulos
Cindy Lampropoulos
March 12, 2012
Dear Evan, The time draws near when you and I were together and learned about Bryan. You were strong for me then, and I know I didn't thank you. You may not have heard it anyway. But I thank you for your strength and love for me during that time.
Bryan has been gone four years on Sunday the 18th and then next week you have been away for one year on the 25th.
Now, the greatest love I can show you as a mother is to honor your wishes to grow in the Gospel. Your friends and those of us in our family who can, will go to the Jordan River Temple and by proxy, give you your endowments.
I pray this earthly step will empower you along with Bryan with wings of angels to help those in our family see the importance in the Gospel. Remember the last words I said to you were "I will see you at that table in eternity my son."
You understood as you left this mortal life.
I miss you an Bryan. I pray you are doing great and wonderful things in God's kingdom.
I look forward to the day I hold you both again, my sons.
Until then.....I love you.
March 5, 2012
Evan,
I miss you. I remember this time last year I went to a Jazz Game with you up in the suite. We had a lot of fun together. I also remember you taking us to get Slurpees at seven eleven. I also remember when me and my two brothers were jumping on the trampoline and I looked over and saw you sitting on our fence in the back yard when we thought you were in California, and you took us out to dinner that night. We had lots of fun together Evan.
Zach Lampropoulos
Shana D.
February 18, 2012
To My Dearest, Oldest, Bestest Friend. How I wish I could say the magic words that would heal your broken heart, and ease your pain. After Bryan died and you came to Canada and slept on the floor of our apartment, it was 3 years before a little sunlight could be seen in your eyes. And then Evan died, and it is so hard to see the pain you are in and not be able to help. I loved Evan. I remember the last time I saw him. It was Christmas, and I came to your house with goodies, and as I was leaving, Evan and Hillary came up the walk. We talked and laughed and hugged forever, and he kept kissing me and telling me how much he loved me. I am so glad I got to tell him how much I love him and how proud I am of all he learned and the hundreds of people he touched. It's quite amazing for someone so young to have had such an influence on so many people. I remember when you were pregnant with him and carried hiim next to your heart. You were so beautiful. My darling, the pain we suffer here, and the hurt we have to endure that breaks our hearts, humbles us and turns us to Christ. Then His grace can pour over us and into us and make it more bearable. And then we will become stronger for having suffered. I know this is true, and I know the sunlight will come again. Lean on me. I am your love forever.
Kevin Nichols
February 8, 2012
Evan, from the day that I met him at Olympus Jr. High School, was someone who always had something excited going on. I still remember, like it was yesterday, the first time I went over to the Lampropoulos residence. On the way to Evan's house he tried playing one his famous jokes and tried getting me to go under this bridge that was nearby with the plan to run off while I was under the bridge. I didn't fall for it but it definitely wasn't the only time Ev had something tricky up his sleeve. Being 15 year olds in the ninth grade Evan coined the term "you've been had". He would say it every time you fell victim to one of his pranks. I definitely heard this a lot. Though there were plenty of pranks back and forth over the years we always knew that we cared about each other as friends. The friendships forged within the halls of Olympus Jr. will forever be strong. Not one of our friends in our close group could have imagined back then all the amazing experiences we would share from jr. high school through high school and up to Evan's last day on this earth. I think that if our close group of friends got together there would be a consensus that one of the best memories of Evan is our "Cruzin with Eeps" adventures. We were lucky enough to go on a couple of cruises as a group of friends. Once again Evan coined another phrase "Cruzin with Eeps". Evan took our vacations to a whole different level. He always knew how to have fun! I am so lucky to have had a friend like Evan in my life. I am excited for the day that we will reunite to share what we will have done in the time we were apart. Evan, I love you and miss you! Thank you for all the fun memories and for being such a good friend.
Brandon Miller
February 6, 2012
I'm the youngest of seven children in my family so I always felt a little cheated that I never had a little sibling to harass, but Evan was about as close to having a little brother as I will ever get. I remember after having sleep-overs as little kids that the next morning when deciding what cereal to eat Evan would sometimes wait and see what cereal I would pick so that he could eat the same one as me. Pretty insignificant I know, but it always made me feel pretty cool. Well I can honestly say that Evan grew up to become the cool guy that I wished to be like in many ways. Many of which I have learned about for the first time as I've read about all the positive ways in which he has affected other people's lives. He definitely had the Lampropoulos spirit of determination where once he decided to do something there was no stopping him. Two examples come to mind. 1) Evan became interested in roller-blading/skateboarding and thought it would be cool to have a 1/2 pipe so he decided to build one. I remember when I first saw it I was amazed that he would take on such a big challenge because it wasn't a small 1/2 pipe. bit a rather large one. As far as I know he did not have any previous experience in building 1/2 pipes but he made the decision and he put in the necessary work in order to make it happen. 2) I was doing some yard work at the Lampropoulos house one evening after my mission when Cindy came out and noticed that the mosquitos were getting me. I had been talking to Evan so she said, "Evan, go get Brandon one of your long sleeve Kadia t-shirts to wear." He came out with a very well designed black and white Kadia t-shirt (which I still wear) that he had designed himself. I had no idea that he had started his own company and was so impressed that he would do whatever it took to make his dreams a reality.
It was a blessing to attend his funeral service and hear about the man he had become and the happiness he brought to others. He had a genuine love for others. Like so many others I'll forever be grateful for my associations with him.
The 'fish hook'..
Heath Warnock
February 2, 2012
I receive a call from G-MA Cindy asking me to pick you up from 7th grade class. I arrive to find you in the principal's office guilty of lathering the contents of a lotion bottle over the top stairs. As I'm thanking God no one got hurt you explain the stairs make one heck of ride to “crush out” boarding trick on… 3 days later you were allowed back on campus.
Running late to Thanksgiving dinner, backing out of the garage you decide it's time to “look older” and gel your hair… 80's hair bands had nothing on you that Thanksgiving Day.
Fish hooks!!!
Your legacy will live on with your creations at the Spa. I see it every day as I walk under the Logo and view the web site.
You're on the mind of many and in the heart of all. I'm blessed to call you ‘BRO'. Love you.
February 1, 2012
I love Evan! You are blessed with great creativity and energy. Your friendship was valued and I enjoyed our visits and association. Your early departure from this life took us all by surprise. You will be missed.
Rick J.
Dave Alexander
January 31, 2012
The first time I met Evan was in Cindy's office at LDS Business College. The three of us talked about music for a few minutes then Evan and I left campus and started talking about his experiences while he worked with Tom Delonge from blink-182 and angels & airwaves. We talked about my music and that I was close to getting things recorded. He told me to pursue my dreams in becoming a professional musician and to keep him posted on my future endeavors. Evan you saved my life brother. I was ready to give up on everything. You are my hero.
Julie Buhler
January 31, 2012
Dear Cindy,
I promised to add my "notes" from speakers at Evan's funeral.
I never had the opportunity to meet your wonderful son, he sounded so delightful!
About Evan:
His Father, Fred reminisced about his football friends and fun memories, his wife's strength and God's plan.
A nephew talked about "laughing and playing catch".
Evan was quoted saying "man do I love the stars!""...knelt and prayed together every night.
A friend said Evan told him to "look at faith one more time"...to his inactive sister...she was inspired and changed.
Evan was quoted "I knew my Father always supported me".
Evan told him it would be difficult, but he was more concerned for his Mother, Wife and family. He had compassion..."grace under fire".
A friend talked about Evan's nicknames etc.: Organizer, putting green, boxing matches, chased in the dark, dance and burst into song,
trips and detours, ugliest basketball shot, elevator tease, multi-salsa, freeze out (windows}, rat shout ?, police siren. "There was no doubt about his friendship and personal relationships."
His brother Justin talked about Evan's odd sense of humor..he boxed with a face on glove. He was described as a "movie buff"; liked Will Farrow. "Evan didn't complain...was selfless."
When he spent four or five days in Houston ...someone asked are you twins? He replied "no, I have cancer".
Other times: "Mom wants her jeans back...", shoestring on his wrist, "police dog".
Jesus said "You do not realize what I am doing, but one day you will."
Letter from wife, Hillary.
A sister, Angela, said "Evan was so full of life and how to live." He was proud of her.
I believe Evan's sister, Jennifer was quoting him as saying..."What are you waiting for?" We will learn more when we go as well. "No worries, its all good!
With Much Love to you and your family,
Kristi Kucera
January 30, 2012
The first memory that comes to mind when thinking of Evan is trying to keep up with him while snowboarding. I remember the first time he showed me the rainbow tree at Brighton. I didn't want to hit it. He made me. That's how it was when you rode with Ev. You had a great time and he pushed you to go bigger and be better. He was always stoked to be riding! When we would head down from the mountain he would pull the "Ice Out" move (or whatever he called it). It was freezing, and I'm sure I yelled at him, but it was exhilarating and i'll never forget it.
I'm thankful for everything Ev taught me. He is greatly missed. Until we meet again, I'll keep in my thoughts and in my riding.
Angie Lampropoulos
January 4, 2012
HI Boo- have been thinking about you allot. I miss you.I hope you are close by. I miss everything. Love Angie
Dougie Christison
January 1, 2012
It has been almost a year when I got a call from Eeps letting me know he had some bad news about his health. Every day I think about the good times we had together. No one made me laugh harder than Eeps. We always new that we could joke around with each other and no matter how true the jokes were we always knew we wouldnt offend each other with our Jokes. My foundest memories of evan were when Ev would think of something to do on the spure of the moment like play catch or go surfing.Loved spending time with him on the golf course and taking trips to go see the red sox play.Ev this year we havent had any snow so I bet you are laughing down on us. It has been tough not being able to share those times this year but I know there will be a time to meet again. Thanks Eeeps, Hurricane, Peters, Ev, Eepers Creepers, and so many more names you went by,for teaching the value of friendship.
Linlee Jones
December 25, 2011
Its 5 in the morning on christmas morning. Layin bed I should be sleepin, but somethin woke me up sayin u need to go visit... I remember the funs time with ya, you cheerin at the hocley games. Runnin havac where ever we were. I misx u very much. I know your lookin down on us your friends and family! I'll see ya on the flipside Eeps! Merry Christmas!
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