Douglas Wayne Evans

Douglas Wayne Evans, age 74, passed into the arms of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on March 1, 2026, in Wichita Falls, Texas. Doug was born in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, on August 8, 1951, to Edward A. Evans and Elizabeth A. Evans (Schrimpf). He grew up in Bartlesville, Oklahoma, where he graduated in 1969 from College High School and subsequently graduated from Oklahoma State University in 1975 with a Bachelor of Science in Electronic Engineering Technology as a proud Cowboy for life!

Doug married Cynthia L. Moore on August 2, 1975, and shared a life filled with joy and happiness for over 50 years. Throughout his life, Doug worked for Phillips Petroleum Company, Cryovac/Sealed Air Corporation, and Motion Industries, which took his family to Oklahoma, Wyoming, and Texas. Doug was a resident of Wichita Falls from 1998 until his passing.

Doug is survived by his wife, Cindy, of Wichita Falls, Texas; children Alex Evans (Jamie) of Nashville, Tennessee, Kasey Mansfield (Michael) of Broken Bow, Oklahoma, and Amy Phillips (Rick) of Austin, Texas. He is also survived by his brother, Bruce Evans (Lou Ann) of Bartlesville, Oklahoma, sister, Debbie Phelan of Bartlesville, Oklahoma, brother Lee Engstrand (Sandra) of Franklin, Tennessee, and sister, Lisa Engstrand of Chautauqua, Kansas. But the true pride and joy of his life were his five beloved grandchildren who always put a smile on his face and filled the room with laughter: William, Ava, Owen, Addison, and Delilah. To them, he will always be remembered as Papa!

Our dad was the kind of man everyone wishes they had - and somehow, we were lucky enough that he was ours.

Though he was a quiet man in many ways, his favorite place to be was in the middle of a backyard full of people he loved - pool splashing, grill going, music playing. He didn't just host gatherings; he created them. He loved to cook, to barbecue, to make his famous spaghetti, and to stand back and watch his family and friends laughing together. Feeding people was his love language.

He wasn't just a dad to us - he was a dad to our friends, too. Our home was always open, and so was he. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, it mattered. He gave thoughtful advice, steady support, and encouragement that never wavered - even when he might have been wrong. He always wanted the best for the people he loved.

We grew up knowing how lucky we were. He gave us an idyllic 1980s and '90s childhood - full of road trips, family vacations, and long drives across America. We moved often for his work, but wherever we landed, he made it home. He made it safe. He made it steady.

The house feels different now. Quiet. We'll miss the Fox News debates echoing through the living room. We'll miss Dad's lively and colorful running commentary from the recliner about current events. I think we'll miss his voice most of all. For his son, he was always just a phone call away for advice on how to fix the latest mechanical or electrical problem around the house. For his daughters, he was our first text or phone call every single day - and that absence will be one of the hardest to learn to live with.

He believed deeply in making the world a better place. He didn't speak badly of others. He stood firm in his convictions and cared passionately about his country. When he was younger, he was a bit of a rock star - long hair, drums, motorcycles - probably cooler than we ever fully realized. He loved Star Trek, Star Wars, and Lord of the Rings and could watch them endlessly, drawn to stories of loyalty, courage, and good triumphing over evil.

But of all the roles he played in his life, being "Papa" may have been his favorite. He adored his grandchildren. He was the one you could count on to hold the babies for hours, rocking them to sleep without complaint. He was present, patient, and endlessly proud of each of them. It breaks our hearts that he won't get to watch them grow up here on earth, but we know his love surrounds them still.

Doug was married to the love of his life, Cindy, for 50 years. They were never just Cindy or Doug - they were Cindy and Doug. Wherever one was, the other wasn't far behind. They built a life together filled with family, laughter, moves across the country, and a home that always welcomed others in.

We will miss him more than words can hold. The bumper sticker on his truck reads: "I'm going on an Adventure".

We love you, Dad. It's time for your best adventure. Say hi to Jesus for us!