March 22, 2019
March 22, 2019
another year. OMG---if I could tell you how much I miss you.
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Evan Blank, 49 years old, born on September 9, 1965, and passed away on March 22, 2015. We will remember him forever.
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March 22, 2018
March 22, 2018
Three years? It was yesterday
September 9, 2016
September 9, 2016
I always thought things like this were hokey----you would hate it
The hole in my life will never fill
The hole in my life will never fill
April 26, 2016
April 26, 2016
I wish so much that I could see you again, dear. I would sacrifice anything for that. You have been an amazing guy. I could never believe that you leave all of us so early.
As you always said to me, " Man Up! ". But this time, I just can't stop my tears.
Please tell me that you are doing fine in heaven when I see you that time. Or do tell me in my dream if you can really see this.
As you always said to me, " Man Up! ". But this time, I just can't stop my tears.
Please tell me that you are doing fine in heaven when I see you that time. Or do tell me in my dream if you can really see this.
October 18, 2015
October 18, 2015
There is a hole in my heart, in my life. This is not the way it was supposed to be. We had a plan---our secret--now I can't "Make it Happen."
September 11, 2015
September 11, 2015
I drank champagne on your birthday last night.
I drank champagne on your birthday because had you lived just a few months more, we might be celebrating your 50th birthday together. This wasn’t part of the plan.
I drank champagne on your birthday because I remembered all those birthdays before. How many were there? I watched you grow from boy to man.
I drank champagne on your birthday because since we met, all those years ago, you always told me the hard truth. Even when it hurt. And sometimes you’d make me cry.
You told me I was a smart girl, only pretending to be dumb. So I went to college.
You told me that I needed a man who was “Yay Crista.” So I dumped my boyfriend and found a better one.
You told me that I was an artist. So I stopped selling other people’s art and started making my own.
You told me to write.
I drank champagne on your birthday because whenever you looked at the choices I was making with my life you fell into despair, “Crista, what will become of you?” And that always made me laugh.
I drank champagne on your birthday because when that horrible call came, that you were gone, I went numb. It was dark outside and the rain fell hard. I walked along the banks of the River Thames without an umbrella. I let the cold rain hit my face, trying to feel, trying to wake up from the fog.
And then I heard your voice. You giggled, in that way you do, “Crista, look what’s become of me!” And I knew it was you.
We spoke as I walked along the river that night. And comforted one another, so sad that this was how our story would end. But you promised me a new chapter, vowing that you’d always be there.
“Where?” I asked. And then I heard that laugh again. I heard you laughing.
As the dark river continued to rumble and crash below, I climbed the concrete stairs back to the busy street above. My heart was still heavy as the traffic and bustle of the city street came into view.
But there, right in front of me, stood a giant sign with your name on it. EVAN. And you whispered, “Here. I’ll always be here for you.”
I drank champagne on your birthday because you are still here. And when I fall, you still pick me up. You still slap me hard with the truth.
You still make me cry. You still make me try. Happy birthday, Evan.
I drank champagne on your birthday because had you lived just a few months more, we might be celebrating your 50th birthday together. This wasn’t part of the plan.
I drank champagne on your birthday because I remembered all those birthdays before. How many were there? I watched you grow from boy to man.
I drank champagne on your birthday because since we met, all those years ago, you always told me the hard truth. Even when it hurt. And sometimes you’d make me cry.
You told me I was a smart girl, only pretending to be dumb. So I went to college.
You told me that I needed a man who was “Yay Crista.” So I dumped my boyfriend and found a better one.
You told me that I was an artist. So I stopped selling other people’s art and started making my own.
You told me to write.
I drank champagne on your birthday because whenever you looked at the choices I was making with my life you fell into despair, “Crista, what will become of you?” And that always made me laugh.
I drank champagne on your birthday because when that horrible call came, that you were gone, I went numb. It was dark outside and the rain fell hard. I walked along the banks of the River Thames without an umbrella. I let the cold rain hit my face, trying to feel, trying to wake up from the fog.
And then I heard your voice. You giggled, in that way you do, “Crista, look what’s become of me!” And I knew it was you.
We spoke as I walked along the river that night. And comforted one another, so sad that this was how our story would end. But you promised me a new chapter, vowing that you’d always be there.
“Where?” I asked. And then I heard that laugh again. I heard you laughing.
As the dark river continued to rumble and crash below, I climbed the concrete stairs back to the busy street above. My heart was still heavy as the traffic and bustle of the city street came into view.
But there, right in front of me, stood a giant sign with your name on it. EVAN. And you whispered, “Here. I’ll always be here for you.”
I drank champagne on your birthday because you are still here. And when I fall, you still pick me up. You still slap me hard with the truth.
You still make me cry. You still make me try. Happy birthday, Evan.
September 9, 2015
September 9, 2015
Evan was one of a kind and I truly miss him. I work for The Journal and his name comes up often and it brings a smile to my face when I think of what his response might be. I think his memory will live on in anyone who ever had the pleasure of meeting him.
April 18, 2015
April 18, 2015
Want to know Evan? The unbridled, authentic and from-the-heart nature of his spirit? I saw it from a stage one night during a Time Inc conference in Thailand. I was doing a surprise drag show for the staff during the closing dinner. Nobody at the tables across the pool quite knew what to make of this rather bad looking performer...and then Evan recognized me....and spontaneously got up from his table, dove into the pool, swam across and jumped on stage to hug and kiss me.
That was Evan. Pure. Genuine. Unconstrained. And wonderfully madcap at the best times.
That was Evan. Pure. Genuine. Unconstrained. And wonderfully madcap at the best times.
April 13, 2015
April 13, 2015
What a terrific colleague to have had -- a fun, funny, mildly crazy, driven, creative, imaginative presence in the office who helped bring everyone along for the ride, preferably with a drink in hand. He is, and will be, sorely missed but not forgotten.
April 7, 2015
April 7, 2015
For those who couldn't attend today, I posted what I said under Stories. I don't seem to want to stop talking about this "one of a kind" friend that I was so lucky to meet.
April 7, 2015
April 7, 2015
Evan my friend, we hadn't met for over ten years but you have always been close to me. We had spent some good times together during your AOL/Time days. You were so full of life my friend, you will be missed. My prayers are with you.
April 7, 2015
April 7, 2015
Evan, our time with you was too short, and bidding you farewell is more difficult than you imagine. You are always in my heart and my memories. We were to celebrate our big birthdays this year.... And I'm sure you will still be there right by my side. I'll miss my friend and protector
April 7, 2015
April 7, 2015
Well what can I say... Because Evan was larger than words... At our time in Asiaweek Evan took me under his wing and gave me the gusto and the confidence that I needed. If it wasn't for him I think I might not have made it in the design industry. His confidence and support kinda pushed me up the ladder. I have lots of stories to tell. But I just want to say a huge thank you to him. I'll never forget you. And cherish our photoshoot moments. They were catwalk moments never to forget. Rest in Peace Brethren. x
April 6, 2015
April 6, 2015
I never met such a talented, bold, passionate, sentimental and crazy person ever. You will be deeply missed, Evan.
April 6, 2015
April 6, 2015
RIP Evan Blank. It's hard to believe you're gone. But you'll never be forgotten. You made a powerful impact on many people in many corners of the world.
Friends, colleagues and family members said goodbye to you today. The stories that were told prompted lots of laughter and many tears. They were stories that remembered your creativity, genius, passion and the love you showed to others and the love people had for you. Safe to say, it was a unique collection of stories that could not have been told about anyone other than you.
Friends, colleagues and family members said goodbye to you today. The stories that were told prompted lots of laughter and many tears. They were stories that remembered your creativity, genius, passion and the love you showed to others and the love people had for you. Safe to say, it was a unique collection of stories that could not have been told about anyone other than you.
April 6, 2015
April 6, 2015
Rest well, Evan. We got this - would've liked some forewarning though. We'll catch up again, some day.
Also, I still cannot believe your surname is Blank. I remember the first time you told me, I thought you were just being a cheeky bastard. At least I could the cheeky bit right, the latter part is still being intensely debated. We'll come to a conclusion by the time we watch up next time.
Also, I still cannot believe your surname is Blank. I remember the first time you told me, I thought you were just being a cheeky bastard. At least I could the cheeky bit right, the latter part is still being intensely debated. We'll come to a conclusion by the time we watch up next time.
April 6, 2015
April 6, 2015
Evan Blank
Nothing could be further from the truth than the name Blank when it comes to Evan.
He was dynamic, creative, funny, and always blunt, and that's what we loved about him. His memorable laugh would turn heads in a crowded room with people wondering who is that guy and why is he so happy?!
His laugh and his passion for his marketing craft were infectious.
If Evan was involved in your business you knew you were in good hands. Evan was a rule breaker, and I mean that in the best way. Sometimes getting things accomplished in the corporate labyrinth can be time consuming, slow and frustrating...not when Evan was in your corner. He had a way of cutting through the clutter, getting to the right decision maker and getting you what you needed and then some. He had a way of breaking down the most complex problems and making them seem so simple. It was the Evan way. Honest, True, and Unabashed!
There are few people in our lifetime that can bring a smile to our face when we hear their name and that leave an indelible impression on our soul. Evan was one of those people.
We will miss him!
Nothing could be further from the truth than the name Blank when it comes to Evan.
He was dynamic, creative, funny, and always blunt, and that's what we loved about him. His memorable laugh would turn heads in a crowded room with people wondering who is that guy and why is he so happy?!
His laugh and his passion for his marketing craft were infectious.
If Evan was involved in your business you knew you were in good hands. Evan was a rule breaker, and I mean that in the best way. Sometimes getting things accomplished in the corporate labyrinth can be time consuming, slow and frustrating...not when Evan was in your corner. He had a way of cutting through the clutter, getting to the right decision maker and getting you what you needed and then some. He had a way of breaking down the most complex problems and making them seem so simple. It was the Evan way. Honest, True, and Unabashed!
There are few people in our lifetime that can bring a smile to our face when we hear their name and that leave an indelible impression on our soul. Evan was one of those people.
We will miss him!
April 5, 2015
April 5, 2015
I met Evan during one of those WSJ sales conferences early on in my career. "Crimony, who is this loud character with that one-of-its-kind laughter!" I recalled asking. Funnily, we hit off. We always caught up during subsequent conferences but it was his return to Asia that we started to work closely together.
Brilliant, opinionated, mercurial and of course, crazy-nutty ever so often. Never a dull moment working with him! Passionate and a indomitable cheerleader for The WSJ.
He was a formidable sparring partner. Once at one event, we garnered curious stares when we discussed an important account - he was gesticulating wildly, pacing restlessly and practically yelling at the top of his voice. Folks thought we about to punch each other.
Attaboy, Evan! I remember inducing wild guffaws from him when I used this A word on him. This is Evan - unrestrained, passionate and special.
I miss him. A lot.
Brilliant, opinionated, mercurial and of course, crazy-nutty ever so often. Never a dull moment working with him! Passionate and a indomitable cheerleader for The WSJ.
He was a formidable sparring partner. Once at one event, we garnered curious stares when we discussed an important account - he was gesticulating wildly, pacing restlessly and practically yelling at the top of his voice. Folks thought we about to punch each other.
Attaboy, Evan! I remember inducing wild guffaws from him when I used this A word on him. This is Evan - unrestrained, passionate and special.
I miss him. A lot.
April 5, 2015
April 5, 2015
Our thoughts and prayers are with Evan's family. Evan will certainly be missed -- his creativity and infectious laugh most especially.
April 5, 2015
April 5, 2015
Evan was the MAN in The Man Who Came to Dinner, the play where I met him. Brilliant actor, hysterical funnyman and great human being. Such a huge loss--the world will miss him.
April 5, 2015
April 5, 2015
Evan Blank. It's really difficult to think about a world without Evan -- he was a unique individual, and one that you will never forget. He was brilliant, charming (8% of the time), and passionate about whatever he believed in. I miss Evan terribly -- that laugh and all, and feel lucky to have known such a special guy. My thoughts and prayers with his family and friends.
April 2, 2015
April 2, 2015
So very sorry for your loss. I fondly remember Evan from EBHS Class of 1983 and I know he will be sorely missed. Joann Newmeyer
April 2, 2015
April 2, 2015
Rest in Peace, Evan! You were an good friend and wonderful person in the Ad industry. You will be missed.
Does he have a favorite charity for donations?
Does he have a favorite charity for donations?
April 2, 2015
April 2, 2015
Evan had got the brightest smile in every picture. He is the smartest and boldest guy I have ever met. He could read my mind. He told me what I should do and where I should go. He was so outspoken and sometimes too bold and too frank. He had a big loving heart. Evan is such a wonderful and special person. Sorry for a big loss for his family, his friends and me. I really miss him!
March 31, 2015
March 31, 2015
You and your family are in my prayers Amanda, sorry for your loss.
March 31, 2015
March 31, 2015
I started to write something here.... and then thought: "I better work on this more carefully and post later. If the writing stinks, Evan will hate it!" He was a masterful writer among many things.
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March 22, 2019
March 22, 2019
another year. OMG---if I could tell you how much I miss you.
March 22, 2018
March 22, 2018
Three years? It was yesterday
September 9, 2016
September 9, 2016
I always thought things like this were hokey----you would hate it
The hole in my life will never fill
The hole in my life will never fill
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A letter to my uncle.
June 20, 2015
My Dearest Uncle Evan,
I miss you. I miss your spark.
I miss your smile and the way that it could light up a room and make everyone feel good.
I miss your laugh, your "cackle", the feeling it gave me as a child when I could hear it from anywhere in the house and it would always make me laugh, the way it made me want to hide from embarasment as a teenager and the way it would echo through a room and hang in the air until everyone would be smiling.
I miss your hugs, whole body hugs that would always make me feel so warm, secure and loved no matter what else was happening.
I miss the way that you could see things in a way that no one else did.
I miss all of the advice you would give me, even when I did not want it.
I miss the passion you had for so many things.
I miss your strength and stubborn dedication to the things you believe in, even when I thought they were stupid.
I miss the way you saw the world. How the simple became complex and the complicated became oh so simple.
I miss the world I saw through you. So big, beautiful and diverse, yet so simple and uniform all at the same time.
I miss the way that you could, and often did, make me feel like the most important, beautiful and intelligent person on the planet and yet kept me grounded at the same time.
I mss the late night talks, midnight dinners and hiding from family drama in your room.
I miss your love of theater, cooking, art of all kinds, travel and people.
I miss the way that you helped me to see the beauty, excitement and tranquility in a city, no matter how much I fought you on it.
I miss the person that you were and the way that it helped me learn to accept and understand the diversity and unique beauty that each person has to offer.
I miss your cynacism, and the way that it taught me to ask questions, push for better answers and expect from other people the best that they have to offer.
I miss the person you always saw in me and expected me to become.
Most of all, I miss the person you made me want to be, the person you made me strive to become and the person that I felt so much closer to being when I was with you.
I would give just about anything to have one more day with you. To have the chance to tell you all of these things, make sure that you know how much I love you and ask you all of the questions that I never had the courage to ask. My world and my heart have a huge whole in them without you here but I hope that you knew how much bigger and brighter my world and my life have been because of you. I will always love you and feel so blessed and enriched for having had you in my life.
Your Loving Niece,
Your Princess,
Mandy
A first Evan sighting
April 23, 2015
by Abby Mandel
I am up in Boston to visiting my little grandsons, Evan and Noah (ages 4 & 2), and my son Adam and daughter in law Nicole just recounted the first moment they met Evan. I had forgotten this story.
Adam was a freshman at college when Evan came down to VA in April 2002 and so he did not have the opportunity to meet him that year. But July, 2003, Evan was going to join us on a family Hawaii cruise which started in Honolulu. Adam and his girlfriend Nicole would have ample time to get to know him then since we were all going together.
I had told Evan that we were spending a week in Maui first before the cruise and he was welcome to join us. I had been to Maui before and loved it. Evan had heard Kauai was the place and we bickered about whether he should join us in Maui, or cancel our plans and bring the kids to Kauai first. He kept saying..."it is all about Kauai". And I would counter with "no, it's all about Maui". This probably went on for two months, He wouldn't give in, and neither would I, and so we spent the first week apart and met in Honolulu at the cruise ship terminal.
We were standing at one end of the cruise ship terminal when we heard Evan scream "aloha" with arms flailing from the other side of the terminal. Nicole said that the whole place, about the size of the biggest warehouse you could imagine, went silent. Just picture the scene of him screaming "ahola" from across this huge space. Nicole and Adam had never met him. They had no idea he was waving at us. And then I said, "that's him" and Nicole froze and thought, "oh my god, what have I gotten myself into, with Adam's family"! But within 24 hrs, she had fallen in love with Evan. Ten years later, she named her first son Evan. I guess he made a big impression!
April 10, 2015
I took this picture at Jeff Okun's wedding on Martha's Vineyard. You can probably see on the border I wrote "The Future President of the United States of America." I believed Evan could conquer the world if he wanted.