The biggest goodbye

You may have already heard by now, if we’re friends or if you follow me on Twitter, that my husband Dave was killed in a motorcycle accident last Saturday, March 6th, in Pitt Meadows. He was just 36 years old.

I have been overwhelmed by the love and support I’ve received from thousands of people – friends, family, my church, my colleagues, the Vancouver social media community, the ladies in the Just Mommies January 2010 Playroom and friends of friends who have started prayer chains for me at their churches. I have received daily meals, financial contributions, countless offers for babysitting, house cleaning, company and I literally have thousands of people praying for me and my two boys. I can’t thank you all enough for your kindness and support at this incredibly difficult time.

Please join me to celebrate Dave’s life
at 1pm on Wednesday, March 17th
at Lynn Valley Full Gospel Church.

(Edit: Please park across the street in the mall parking)

Dave had a bigger heart than anyone I’ve ever met. He was twice the parent I’ll ever be, an amazing husband, a loving son and brother and a loyal friend to many. He touched the lives of so many people in his short life. We both knew God was planning something big but we just never would have imagined what. I trust wholeheartedly that he is at home with the Lord, he is healed and every question has been answered. It was a beautiful day, he was doing what he loved and he went quickly without pain. I count it a blessing.

Dave Evans: September 10, 1973 – March 6, 2010.

I love you forever.

If you’re new to my blog or have just stumbled upon it through a search engine, you can read all the entries about the death of my husband here.

For the love of motorbikes

I have to say, I wonder what percentage of new motorbikes purchased get sold to a second rider vs. those that get totalled. *hmmm*

So yesterday at 4:30, big-man calls me at work from his cell… he’s totalled his bike, but he’s okay. I’m his first call *BRILLIANT* lol! I leave work immediately and make my way to the Cypress Mountain lookout where he says he’s sitting at a picnic table and some nice passers by have given him a bottle of water… um, okay, thanks I suppose.

So I called for an ambulance on my way there – not sure if he did too, actually – by the time I got there we had two ambulances, a fire truck and the fantastic West Vancouver Corporal So-n-So, whose name escapes me – he’s the guy who drives up and down that road in a tinted out Charger trying to entice people to race and gives them a ticket as soon as they do…

So anyway, here’s what happened: big-man came down the hairpin turn at the Lookout and as he came around to the straight section in front of the parking lot, he hit some gravel that had been brushed into the road by a car that took the shortcut. The gravel took him into the grass where he figured he’d ride it out until he could get back on to the road, but didn’t realize there was a cement culvert hiding in the grass.

The front end of his bike shattered on impact, flipped him and the bike over in the air, and tumbled again (I think with him off the bike at this point), coming to a standstill as a broken heap in the grass. He walked away and proceeded to call me.

After 5 hours at LGH, the doctors couldn’t find a thing wrong with him… he’s sore, but alive and unscathed. He has a scratch on his forehead and some abraision on his thigh, but was wearing full leg armour, butt/thigh armour, reinforced leather jacket and a great helmet.

I believe God is not finished with him yet on this earth…