Mr. Clarence Evans Jr.

When I think of my Pa Pa Clarence, I think of a generous and loving man. A man who, as a son, always honored his mother and took care of her. A man who would do anything for his daughter. He loved to see his little girl happy, and was just as happy himself when she became a wife and mother. And when she became a mom, he shared that love and generosity with me, my little brother, and my little sister. When we were younger, he would always come by to give us big hugs, sit and talk, and before he left, give us each a couple dollars and say "go get ya some ice cream." Clearly, he knew that ice cream was a key factor in a grandparent to grandkid relationship, and it is something I'll always remember. As I sit here and reflect on my time with Pa Pa, I remember all the times he would call me and my siblings to check on school and tell us he was proud. The times he would talk Mavs and Cowboys with me, after he found what channel the qame was on first, of course. And then, most importantly, I see the relationship he had with my mom and how he impacted her life. That alone reminds me, while he may not be with us physically, he is not gone. Every time I see my mother show the same generosity and love, I will know where it came from. I will know he lives on. I will know he is watching. And I will know he is proud.

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