This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Lance Ewens, 27, born on February 4, 1979 and passed away on May 25, 2006. We will remember him forever.

I met Lance when he was 12 years old. It was October 1, 1991. I remember this date because it was my first day of school at Ardmore High School. My grandmother had died and my family moved to take care of my grandfather. It took about two weeks before me and Lance became acquainted. Soon, a friendship developed that would last for 15 years. Not one day goes by that I do not think of him. Lance had the most charismatic charm and smile. He lit up a room with his laughter. Lance was the most intelligent individual who loved animals. His favorite colors were black and blue. Be at peace now Lance and do not worry. Your mother keeps Baylee close. Baylee has Buddy for company.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings 

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.   

-Maya Angelou