This memorial website was created
in the memory of our loved one,
Joshua Mitchell Evans who was born in Alabama on March 24, 2005 and passed away on November 21, 2005 . We will remember him forever.
Josh went to play in heaven, while laying in his mommy and daddy's arms. He was suround by his loving grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and special friends singing "Jesus Loves Me."
I made this web site for everyone.
We shared Joshua in his life and we want to do the same in his death. We know he was and is loved by many people. So I thought this would be a good place to let everyone show their love. Please light a candle in memory of Joshua. This lets Mike and I know that you've been here.
You may leave messages and
memories about Josh under the
"Tributes and Condolences" tab.
We love reading the messages that
people leave about our little man.
Even though he is no longer on this earth, we still have the need to talk to him.
THANK YOU FOR VISITING!
A Mother's Love
Love that is so pure, so gentle, so sweet.
Love that bonds before the sight, before the movement, before the sound.
Love that grows before time, after time, and all the time.
Love that last before the beginning, in the end, and though out time.
I love you my little man, Mommy
We knew from the first sonogram that he was going to be a special little boy. He was going to have to be strong and he was. For almost eight months (243 days), he amazed us with his strength. And at the end of his little life, I watched him watching the angels dance around us.
"Remembering
Our Child"
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
We remember our child.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We remember our child.
In the opening of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
We remember our child.
In the rustling leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember our child.
When we are alone as well as in the company of family and friends,
We remember our child.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember our child.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember our child.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
We remember our child.
As long as we live, they too shall live,For they are a part of us.
We remember our child;
We will never forget.
(Walk To Remember2007)
Wakisha playing with Joash
A Special Eulogy
By Wakisha Johnson
I'm so very honored to have this
opportunity to share with you about
this family. I'm richly blessed to
have witnessed the miraculous works of
God and to have been papart of such a
beauitful process. I've witnessed a
family mend and, with the grace
of God, support this loving couple.
Mike and Jennifer,
Even with my ability to construct
beautiful lines of poetic prose, I
have no words, no dialect fit enough
to ease this kind of sadness.
Even being blessed with a tribe of
26 Phonetician characters (A-Z) and
the ability to create page-turning
inspiration, I still have no words.
There are no words known to woman or
man that can transmit enough empathy so
that you won't feel overloaded with
pain.
Fret not, my dear friends, because
I have a message:
Where the Spirit of the Lord is,
there is Liberty.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is,
the captives are set free,
the wounded are made whole.
There is rest for your soul,
for where the Spirit of the Lord is,
there is liberty.
Whether born in a manger or in the
midst of "the medicine that
touches the word,"
where the Spirt of the Lord is,
there is liberty.
Whether it be a host of wise men
bearing gifts or educated doctors
with tools for life,
where the Spirt of the lord is,
there is liberty.
Whether conceived through the joy
of procreation or
of Immaculate Conception,
where the Spirt of the lord is,
there is liberty.
Today, it is hard to understand
and accept Joshua's mission here, but
where the Spirit of the Lord is,
there is liberty.
The wounded are made whole.
There is rest for your soul,
for where the Spirit of the Lord is,
there is liberty.
The word of God tells us that in all,
we get to get and understanding!
The heaviness of this time shall pass,
and we shall see the glory of God.
Meanwhile, trust the words that I do
have. Please know that your beautiful
son has done a great work for our Father.
In agreement with the message, I say,
"God speed, Little Man.
Sweet dreams, Little Man.
You know our love will fly to you
each night on angels' wings."
Joshua's angels say,
"Now you're free to live
forget your diagnosis.
Now you're free to sing;
even joyful noise is music to me.
Now you're free to laugh;
you now know love,
and it has made you free."
Big playgrounds to run and play in and
trees to pee behind ... Dogs to whisper
to and butterflies to remind us!
I love you, Mike and Jen!
Kisha
Good loven from Nurse Debbie
Special Angel in Heaven
There's a special Angel in Heaven
that is a part of me.
It is not where I wanted him,
but where God wanted him to be.
He was here but just a moment
like a night time shooting star.
And though he is in Heaven
he isn't very far.
He touched the heart of many
like only an Angel can do.
I would've held him every minute
if the end I only knew.
So I send this special message
to the Heaven up above.
Please take care of my Angel
and send him all my love.
Joshua's Journey
It was the end of December of 2004 when I had my first sonogram. They told Mike, my husband, and I that they were setting me up for a pinpoint sonogram at UAB. That the baby's bladder was bulging on one side. The specialist from UAB said that his urethra had some kind of blockage or that it did not develop right and the urine could not exit the bladder. The doctor said he was hoping we had caught it in enough time. If not the baby would be born in renal failer. In two weeks we went from being hopeful to making a life and death decision.
We was told by the specialists that we needed to terminate the pregnancy. But we belive that was and is up to GOD, not us.
The next week Joshua was named while having his first surgery while in uterine. A shunt was placed from his bladder to the outside on his abdomen in hopes to relieve his bladder and maybe save some kidney function. But we knew we were in for the long haul. We were going to have many surgeries, dialysis and then a kidney transplant.
On Monday, March 20th. I when in to labor. The doctors were able to stop it twice before Josh decide he was ready. and on March 24th I had emergency c-section. He was nine weeks early. He not only had preemie lungs but also pulmonary hypoplasia ( really bad lungs) because of the lack of amniotic fluid, which mainly consists of urine that he was able to put out. Of course he was in the NICU at UAB. It was six days before he was stable enough too be moved to Children’s Hospital. Were he was in the NICU also.
April His second surgery, closed a valve to his heart that is suppose to close automatically.
April His third, forth, and fifth surgery, placed his central line for hemodialysis, taking out the shunt, and a vestacostomy.
May Is when they started dialysis.
May 27th His sixth and seventh surgery, put in a peritoneal dialysis catheter. This is the dialysis we could do at home. And a feeding tude.
July 25th His eight surgery, removed a piece of fat that was clotting the peritoneal catheter.
Aug.13th Moved to Special Care because he had the flu.
Aug.19th Moved to a room, to get ready to come home.
Aug.20th His baptism was held at the chapel in the hospital.
Sep.5th We found out that he was not digesting properly. He was a very sick boy.
Sep.9th He was moved to Special Care so the nurse could watch him closer. While they were getting him settled he coded, then crashed.
They put him on a ventilator and moved him to PICU. That was one of my worst days every. No words ever could describe the feeling I went though watching them working on him and trying to save him. He looked so bad; we did not think he would make it.
Oct.12th He was moved to a room again. He was doing O.K. But the doctors talked to us about him having some neurological problems from him crashing.
Oct. 20th His ninth and tenth surgery was to reposition his main line and to put in a GJ tube for feeding. He stayed in PICU because he was having a hard time coming off the ventilator.
Oct.21st He went back to a room
Oct.24th He had to go back to PICU because of GI problems and pancreatic.
Nov.16th He has infection in his peritoneal dialysis.
Nov.18th Mike and I had to decide about another surgery. The Doctors told us if we chose to have it, then he would not be able the get a kidney. We chose not to put him though any more pain. When the outcome was going to be the same.
Nov.21th Joshua layd in my arms with his daddy right beside us rubin he sweet head, Just what Josh loved. He closed his little eyes and woke up in God's arms.
So Many People
To Thank!
There are just so many people to thank, hope I can remember everyone.
First there were the Doctors at the FMF Clinic, who tried to prepare us for what could be in store.
I also was able to meet with Dr. Joseph (Urologist) and Dr. Benfield (Nephrologist), before Josh was born, who sat and answered my list of question. They too try to prepare us for what could happen with Josh.
I was introduced to Trovia Snelling who sat and talked with me and introduced me to her son Jacob (www.jacobchristian.memory-of.com). Seeing that little boy’s smiling face helped Mike and I make some decision we had to make with Josh. Trovia calls Joshua, Jacob's little brother. And he was a great big brother, we miss him very much. Trovia and Jacob gave so much of themselves, I thank them for that.
The team of Doctors and Nurses at UAB Hospital and of course the NICU teams were all great. There was not one person at that hospital that did not go out of their way to be nice to my family and I.
The NICU team of Doctors and Nurses at Children’s Hospital, you guys will always have a special place in our hearts. The love you showed not just to Josh but also to us and the rest of his family was and is amazing. I will always be grateful.
We met the rest of the Nephrology team, Dr. Katz, Dr. Tenney, and Dr. Benfield. Each one of you took time with us, helped us and listened to us. Dr. Katz, you reminded us to be Josh's parents that day on the catwalk. That has meant so much to Mike. I was told that one day Dr. Tenney was doing his rounds, and after looking at Josh's chart, he pulled up a chair and just sat and looked at Josh. Dr. Benfield always made time to meet with Mike late Friday afternoons and weekends.
I wish I could remember the names of all the Doctors and Nurses of the PICU team. There are two doctors who especially stand out. Dr. Jeffery (the giraffe) would play with and talk to Josh. You can really tell he loves his job, his patients, and their families. The other is Dr. Tofil who shows great empathy for her patients and there families. She was with us the day we had to make our hardest decision and she cried along with us.
Dr. Jeffery (the giraffe)
Any one doctor can be a good doctor but it takes a lot of listening to your patients (parents), heart, and unselfishness to be a GREAT DOCTER. I can say with out a doubt THESE doctors are GREAT DOCTERS
There are so many others to thank, the team of Doctors and Nurses in Special Care, the Nurses from the Dialysis Center, Nurses from 7 NW. Thank You for loving us and most importantly loving and taking care of Joshua. I can say that 99.9% of you all poured all you had in caring for our son and we will never forget any of you.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH, FOR ALL YOU DO.
To my parents, thank you mom for your support and for standing by Mike and I. You understood our decisions and helped us though. And thank you for trying to protect me from the pain you knew I would go though. I love you, and I now know the love you have for me.
We also have many family, friends, and churches to thank. The love you have shown our family is what has carried us though this difficult times. I still look at the cards and think of all the phone calls, all the loving donations of money, time, food and flowers. God has blessed us with many good and loving people in our lives. Thank you all so much.
Out of all our wonderful family and
friends I have to point out Father
Charles. He was with us though most of
Josh's surgeries no matter what bone
he had broken. He was able to go in
and see Josh whenever he wanted.
I would come back after shift
change (the unit would be closed) and he
would have been in and left a cross for
us. Thank you Father Charles for giving
so much of yourself. You will always hold
a special place in our hearts.
Mike & Jennifer
All of Joshua's
Special Play Mates
Eli Krejci
http://elikrejci.memory-of.com
Jacob Snelling
http://www.jacobchristian.memory-of.com
Dylan Kissic
http://www.dylanross.memory-of.com
Chesten Ahmed
Haley Richardson
Austin Anthony
Jackson Reid
Grant Singleton
Specail love ones
Joshua's Mimi Evans (Pat, Mike's mom)
Aunt Kathy Evans
Uncle David Fowler
Robin Casey
Ellen Morgan
Memories
If we could have a lifetime with
A dream that would come true,
We'd pray to God with all our hearts
For yesterday and You.
A thousand words can't bring you back
We know because we've tried....
Neither will a thousand tears
We know because we've cried....
You left behind our broken hearts
And happy memories too....
But we never wanted memories
We only wanted You.
We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence
We often speak your name.
All we have now are memories
And a picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake
With which we'll never part.
God holds you in His arms
We hold you in our hearts.
We love you Mommy and Daddy
Little Eye Heaven
By Don Down (Friend of the family)
And what knowledge of goodness does a young one have to enter Heavens’ golden gaentering Heaven, to me, is given God’s exquisite name.
There are no certain burdens yet always grief to bear…and down here we all will live them…but none and move up there.
A golden crib and breast-fed angel wings and Jesus leads the glorious youngun’ choir and all of Heaven sings.
Is losing love part of life…is that all, there of, history…thank God for a bent-tree cross of “wood”, to make it easier on you and me. God “wooden” we like to hold them again..all of those whom we care…yet tenderly consider that tender touch, as that youngun’ in His lap, tugs at a Jesus hair.
If one in life could separate all pleasure from all pain…what would that one do with the middle ground…as a youngun’ be ber’thed again. There is always a balance; a window in a delivery room for with a friend or two…and know that as youngun’ looks at them; Jesus provides that special view and “their” youngun’ silently looks at you.
There always is a balance; a lesson learned in life and that to see anothers’ child, while and then born under strife. I do not nothing know the tombstone lullaby…and how many roses could ever do; but that youngun’ is still agrowin’ and shoot the tiger eye marbles and patiently waits for you.
If the question of death could be answered…when and where and why…then “who” would be the choosen…and “who” would be the choosen…and could it be you or I.
We all are still infant-like. No matter how much we grow and by that I mean the choices we make are better than we know. The consequence of growing old, even a day or two. And what is that time in Heaven like; it’s like someone we always knew.
I wish some much to hold youngun’ again you say on bended knee and you wish so much to teach and teach that youngun ABC. And I know that brand new tractor toy grows rusty in that shed yet imagine that golden angel as His satin-welcome wings well spread. And any little Johnny or any little Sue are now as much as part of Jesus as they ever were of you.
It has been said that time heals things for sure and hurt will go away and I don’t make “light” of those statements, although the “dark” became that day for you, consider He was waiting and watching to His own self was He true. Youngun’ smiles youngun’ frowns, a diaper rash or two and a merry go around in Heaven land and youngun’ has saved a seat for you.
Why did youngun’ have to go…and why did you have to cry…and why can’t I answer those questions for you…there is talk somewhere in a song of a sweet sweet by and by.
And what knowledge of goodness does a young one have to stand on heaven golden shore…does that youngun’ grow to an oldun’ and always want for more…
To never buy that teddy bear nor never own a pup…and yet the tenderness of knowing that little youngun’ daily drinks, from God’s own cup.
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