Meghan Helen Evancie-Guinn

Meghan Evancie-Guinn Obituary

EVANCIE-GUINN - Meghan Helen, of Centerport, suddenly on March 1, 2008, 18 years of age. Cherished daughter of Helen Evancie and Millard Guinn. Loving sister of David Evancie, Lisa Carfagna, Christine Horn, Richard Guinn and Kevin Guinn. Dear granddaughter of David and Helen Evancie. Loving step-daughter of the late Robert Englehart. Also survived by many loving aunts, uncles and cousins. Visiting Nolan & Taylor-Howe Funeral Home, 5 Laurel Avenue, Northport, NY Tuesday 2-5 and 7-9pm. Funeral Mass Wednesday 11am at St. Francis of Assisi Church, Greenlawn, NY. Burial St. Philip Neri Cemetery, East Northport, NY.

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Published by Newsday on Mar. 3, 2008.

Memories and Condolences
for Meghan Evancie-Guinn

Sponsored by Helen Mara Evancie, Meghan's Mom.

11 Entries

Madie

August 14, 2024

I'm getting married this year, and I wish you were here to see and celebrate with me, I love you so much

Madeline

February 25, 2022

I miss you,I love you

Madeline Smith

September 7, 2019

I had no idea this was here. You were my cousin,and my bestfriend growing up. I have so many amazing memories with you,that I think about on the daily. I always think about where you would be now, what you would be doing if you would have children, what kind of house you would live in. I got a tattoo in your memory it reads If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever I will never,ever forget you,you left a mark on my life that will never go away. I love you so much❤

Mary Molinari

February 18, 2012

Meghan you were always a distance friend, I wish I knew you better. I remember that one time you came over and we just chilled and talked about life. You were always hyestical and fun to talk to, your hummer was so smart. I'm happy that we went to elementray and high school together. I still can't believe your gone. I will always remember you.

May 22, 2009

Meghan I am still lost without you. My love for you is ... well only u would know. Oh baby I miss you so much.

Nicole Dezendorf

May 4, 2009

I was unaware that this guest book was here.
Meghan was the greatest childhood friend I ever had. I will never, ever forget the time we spent together and the laughs we shared. I fully regret not keeping in touch with her after I went off to high school and college. After reading the writings you posted, I can see that she was intelligent and was a better writer than I will ever be. I wish we had been able to spend time together in our later years and I will never forget her boisterous, infectious laughter.
I love you Meghan, and I will miss you terribly. You were a wonderful friend, and I will never forget that.
My deepest condolences to Helen. You are a wonderful mother to her.

Melanie Flaherty

March 22, 2008

Meghan was a thoughtful, kind, and deeply sensitive person. She genuinely cared about and wanted to help others. I am so sorry for your loss and hope that you find strength in this difficult time.

Anthony Cumia

March 21, 2008

Helen,
I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. From the writings you posted your daughter seemed to be wise beyond her years. I can't imagine the sorrow you are feeling. I only hope time will take away the pain and replace it with fond memories of the loved ones you have lost. I wish you all the best.
Anthony Cumia

Helen Evancie

March 8, 2008

To Everyone who truly loved Meghan, who knew Meghan and the love she gave, she left volumes of journals and writings. As I read some of her writings on the Monday after her death it seemed more and more important to find a way to share some of her life she wrote about and her wisdom. I prepared the following and brought it to the wake, along with other poems and essays. I didn’t foresee that not everyone who came to mourn Meghan with us would have an opportunity to read Meghan’s words. The few copies, meant to be read by all must have had powerful impact as the excerpts were kept by some and not everyone at the wake then had an opportunity to see our beautiful Meghan as she wrote. I want to share these writings with you and I know Meghan would approve of what I chose to reprint. I am sending a copy of those writings to the Newsday Guest Book in hopes they will publish them online for all to see and gain from. Peace to all.
Helen

Meghan was a writer. She left journals of her thoughts and of her life. Her most personal writings and thoughts will stay private forever. I am sharing some of her writings which I think will give a written picture of the person she is and the insight she had into life. She wrote extensively about her step dad Bob, their relationship, his love for her, and the effect his death had on her, and how she moved on.

From Meghan’s Journal:

…I want to change someone’s life. For the better. I want someone to be touched by my life. I don’t want to do anything great. I just want to do that to someone….

…We look for happiness everywhere when we can’t find it in ourselves, we look for it in others…

From Meghan’s essays:

‘On April 19, 2005 I watched my step dad die…In five minutes life went from being ok to being a mess…in early April he bought me a puppy as an early birthday present; I’d wanted a puppy as long as I can remember… I know everything that happened changed me and I’d argue the change was for the better. I learned more about myself than I could have hoped for … I don’t let myself get stressed over the small things anymore; I do what I can to better my situation, but there are always things out of my control and I don’t let myself dwell on them. That year-long period is in my past but it’s obvious to me that it’s shaped who I am now and who I will be. I move on and continue living but I don’t forget what’s happened;

“So we beat on, boats against the current, born back ceaselessly into the past.”
---F. Scott Fitzgerald

From Meghan’s Essay of a significant life experience and how it shaped the person she is--March 17, 2006:

If you stop and think of the number of twist and turns life takes, you’ll give yourself a headache. We don’t know what’s in store for us or what is going to happen tomorrow or even in the next five minutes. With that said, I believe we should live like we’re going to be gone tomorrow.
During my sophomore year, I got home from school at 4:05 everyday …starting when we moved in with my mom’s fiancé, Bob…He’s the most kind, most gentle man I know--he loves me.
…In early April, I came home from a weekend at my friend’s house, said hello to everyone, and headed towards my room. After I changed into my pajamas my mom called me into the living room. I walked into the room and saw my mother, Bob, and my brother just sitting around watching TV.
“Yeah? I said.
“Look around, do you notice anything different?” she replied.
I skimmed the room and when my eyes reached the floor by the armchair my brother was sitting in I nearly screamed. Laying on the floor was a beautiful Golden Retriever puppy with a red bow tied to his collar. I ran to him and started crying.
“Happy Birthday,” said my mom.
“Do you like him?” asked Bob.
Of course I liked him. I was sitting on the floor, crying, holding my very first puppy…
Things continued to go great between Bob and myself… we all had dinner together…I remember thinking to myself that when I’m off in college I’m going to come home for some holiday and were both going to laugh at how we used to be.
April 19, 2005 my mom picked me up from the bus stop…about 15 minutes later I heard a big thud. I screamed for my mom because I knew something was wrong… ‘Get the phone, call 911,’ my mom yelled.
I ran to the phone and dialed.
‘You’ll have to perform CPR,” the voice on the other end told me. He told met to put the palm of my hand on his chest with my right palm on top of my left hand, then he told me to have my mother perform mouth to mouth.
Breath. Compression, compression, compression. Breath. Compression, compression…
The ambulance finally arrived and began trying to resuscitate Bob. I had to throw my mom off him to let them work; she wouldn’t stop screaming. They put him on the gurney and took off in the ambulance….After she left I had to answer questions for reports.
‘DOB?’
May 3rd
‘Age?’
43.
….
The paramedic left…
…After that, I grabbed the phone, went to my room, and sat on the bed with my puppy. About three hours later my mom came home. I met her on the driveway.
‘Is he okay?’ I asked.
‘He’s dead, Bob’s gone,’ she screamed breaking into tears…
I don’t remember how I felt. I remember going into the house, crying with my mom, sitting at the kitchen table with her while she made calls to friends and family. I remember not being able to shake the feeling of his chest under my hands, trying to get him back. But all of that pretty much meshes together in my head. I can’t clearly remember much of anything up until the wake.
The wake was hard. He was gone and no one could accept that…
For a long while after Bob passed away, I watched my mother….she stopped caring, and nothing mattered to her anymore. I checked on her at night to make sure she was breathing. I went outside when she was on the ladder to make sure she didn’t …fall off. A death doesn’t just take that one person from your life, it takes a lot more. Lines from Anna Akhmatova’s “Requiem” race through my head as I write about my mother during the months following Bob’s death:
‘You were taken away at dawn. I followed you
As one does when a corpse is being removed.
Children were crying in the darkened house.
A candle flared, illuminating the Mother of God…
The cold of an icon was on your lips, a death-cold sweat
On your brow--I will never forget this; I will gather
To wail with the wives of the murdered streltsy…’

It’s easy to look back now and know I’m moving on. You never forget the significant things that leave an imprint on your life, but you learn to not let them stop you from living. If someone had told me 10 months ago that things would eventually get as far back to normal as they are now, I would have told them a little something they probably wouldn’t have appreciated. You have to learn to take things as they come. What doesn’t kill you doesn’t necessarily make you stronger, but the bumps and turns in life usually work themselves out. With all the promise of bad in life there is just as much hope for the good, and that’s an important thing to always remember. Realizing this, I can’t help but to think of a line from a song by Against Me,
‘
‘Sing to the crisis. Sing to the hope.’

Natalya Lozano & Katy Walsh

March 4, 2008

"To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die." -Thomas Campbell

Meghan, you will be missed sorely by all of the people you touched in your life. We will think of you always and remember you for the great person you were.
<3

Claudia Gisonda

March 4, 2008

No bond is as great as that between a parent and child. My deepest condolences are with you as you grieve.

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