Dave was the second of three sons born to Adren and Sara Early Evans. He grew up  in Rose Hill Kansas. After he graduated school he joined the US Army and was very proud of that. After he got out of the army he worked as a machinist making aircraft parts most of his adult life. He trained several people including my brother to be a machinist. My brother said that the day that Dave's obituary ran in the Wichita paper that someone from the front office at his company came out and made an announcment about it and said if people wanted the time off to attend the funeral to let them know. Dave had never worked at that company. But I was told that some of the other machine shops in Wichita did the same thing, He was very well respected in his profession and by anyone that ever met him not only as a machinist but  as a person.
  After several years of me ignoring and dodging David, one day the good Lord finally said enough... David lived several miles out in the country and my car just happened to catch on fire in front of his house  and I had to swallow my pride and go ask him for help,  it was pretty hard to ignore him after that point. We had been together since. Our love lasted for thirty years, we spoke several times about it and our only regret was that I dodged and ignored him for all the years that I did. He would smile and say it was the animal magnitism that attracted me to him.
   His only child a son which was from his first marriage died shortly after birth but he was an excellent father to my five children. And a fantastic grandfather to our sixteen grandchildren. Grandkids that adored their grandpa. He liked teaching the kids to  fish and hunt and how to grow food as they would say. He had a special  way of making each and everyone of them believe that they were his one and only favorite. His word was the final word with the grandchildren when they wanted something or advice when Grandpa spoke that was the way it was with them and they knew that they couldn't pull one over on their grandpa. Each and everyone of the grandchildren at one time or another lived in his house. Education, respect and honesty was high on his demands for the kids. He was always calm with the kids he had so much patients with them.When the grandkids were little he would "camp out" with them in the back yard, they still remember it.
 He was a kind man that never spoke any harsh words to anyone.His many friends would always remark about how laid back and calm Dave was, that he never got mad about anything.But at the same time he did let people know where he stood on things. He was up front and open with people. He was probably the most honest pure hearted person I've ever met.
    He always had a vegetable garden, always growing more than we could eat just so he could give the food away. Plus he would end up taking over my flower gardens too (because I wasn't any good at it). He loved to be outside, couldn't handle just sitting around inside of the house doing nothing, he also did not like to work on the cars or the house.He loved animals. He liked to fish and hunt and read. But his one true love other than me was his Harley Davidson that we loved to ride whenever there was a chance. He loved life and tried to enjoy every second of it. He was always doing something to stir up some fun.  Some of his friends called him the "Instigator" (he would only instigate fun things) He had a very good sence of humor. He always said he had the Peter Pan Sydrome...that he was never going to grow up so much that he couldn't have fun. The last few weeks of his life the only complaint he had was that he was bored.

He was told in July 2011 that he had a hernia, but when he went back to the doctor in October our perfect world came to a screaching halt and the bottom fell out of it, he was told then that he didn't have a hernia that he had cancer and he only had 4-6 months to live. He died just short of the 4 month mark. It all happened so fast that we never had time to get over the shock. But David was a man that always took care of business. He did everything that he could for me before he passed away, he had got all his affairs in order so I didn't have to do anything.
    He loved his family beyond anything. Most of the time he would refer to me as his "Bride" instead of his wife. It always made me smile when he'd say that. Just days before he died he softly told me that he loved me and always had since day one. The hospice nurse that was at our home the day that Dave passed away said that his death was one that would stay with her for the rest of her life because she had never seen a person so close to passing over and still be concerned for others, about 45 minutes before his passing he told me that he loved me and for me to remember to eat and he'd be back after me someday. Saying goodbye to him was by far the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. The promise of him coming back after me is the only thing keeping me going right now.
  He had not only helped raise my kids as his own and a few of our grandkids, he always held down a job, at times two, took care of his gardens and home, was the best husband I could of ever dreamt of having, we also took care of both his parents for the last four years, both of whom died just months before Dave did.
David's funeral was held on Valentines day. The following year on that date I scattered his ashes on some family property in the Flint Hills in Kansas. 
May you rest in heavenly peace my love.

God I miss him !!!!!  Living without him isn't living its just existing. What I'd give to just have him walk up behind me again while I was working in the kitchen and slip his arms around me had give me that little kiss on my neck like he always did,