Written by his dad

A True Original

A young man, unique, stood apart,

A longing for belonging, etched in his heart.

Modest and quiet, yet chatty on the phone,

One sock over trouser, a style all his own.

Clever and hardworking, a nerd through and through,

Researching and studying, until fact he knew.

He glimpsed unseen flaws, then set them right,

A vigilant observer, in truth’s guiding light.

Curry, crispy duck, cheese and lager,

Horse rider, dog trainer, rocker and gamer.

Fantasy reader, headphones on, lead guitarist,

Chopsticks, noodle soup, martial artist.

Shoes undone, yet soaring high,

Straight talker and strategist, aiming for the sky.

A routine’s embrace, his pathway to peace,

In solitude’s veil, he sought his own space.

With courage’s flame, his inner light,

He conquered so much, took on the fight.

Once cherished, now painted in memory’s art,

A soul so dear, forever in the heart.

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A biography is judged not by page count,

But by the life lived within,

Evan packed his chapters,

His family remembers it all,

The charming child,

FIlled our lives with joy,

Grew into a smart, gentle man,

Swelled our hearts with pride,

Always true.

One of a kind.

Evan.