Evan Clay Bowers-Davis
EVAN CLAY BOWERS DAVIS (A/K/A EVAN C. B. DAVIS) JULY 3, 1997 / MAY 31, 2021
IN LOVING MEMORY OF EVAN, “OUR LEGEND”:
- “LET’S GO HIMMIN”. HE LOVED TO SWIM SO MUCH THAT HE EVENTUALLY BECAME A LIFE GUARD AND WORKED AS ONE AT UNI IN LINCOLN.
- STILL IN GRADE SCHOOL, HE VOLUNTEERED TO WORK AT LINCOLN’S CHILDRENS ZOO.
- HE HAD BUSINESS IDEAS… BEFORE HE WAS A TEENAGER, HE TRIED ODD JOBS COMPLETE WITH A BUSINESS CARD.
- HE HIKED, BIKED, CAMPED,WENT TO THE JOYO THEATRE, AND TOOK SHORT AND LONG TRIPS IN NEBRASKA WITH HIS DAD.
- SINCE HE WAS BORN ON JULY 3RD, FIREWORKS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN APART OF HIS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION. HE WOULD SAVE UP ALL YEAR FOR THE 4TH, AND ALWAYS HAD TO TAKE HIS NIECE AND NEPHEWS TO THE “TENTS,” AND MORE THAN ONCE.
- WHENEVER NEEDED, EVAN COULD MAKE YOU LAUGH,
- HE LOVED TO COOK, PLAY DARTS, WRITE MUSIC AND POEMS, STAY UP LATE PLAYING BOARD GAMES AND CARDS, ESPECIALLY PHASE 10 (A FAMILY FAVORITE).
- FROM THE TIME EVAN WAS IN GRADE SCHOOL, HE DREAMED OF BEING A CHEF. HE WOULD COOK BREAKFAST FOR PROUD GRANDPARENTS, MAW MAW AND PAW PAW DAVIS-AND OTHERS OF COURSE. HE DID NOT HAVE TIME TO FINISH HIS CULINARY TRAINING.
- HE WAS FOND OF TYE-DYE, HIS LONG HAIR, AND THE COLOR BRIGHT BLUE AND ORANGE.
- HIS ASTRONAMER SIDE DREW HIM TO THE SKY WITH ITS’ MOON, STARS, AND THE RAIN.
- HE WAS PLANNING A SURPRISE TRIP TO OREGON FOR HIS MOM TO SEE HIS BROTHER, ETHAN, AND A CHANCE TO PUT HIS TOES IN THE SAND AND SALT WATER.
- WE THINK HIS “BUCKET LIST” INCLUDED A SKYDIVE, AND HE DID IT!
- EARLY JOBS WERE IN FAST FOOD, BUT EVENTUALLY HE LANDED AT THE ISLES PUB AND PIZZA WITH HOT OVENS AND AC-STORE – HE LOVED THE JOB AND PEOPLE HE WORKED WITH.
- NOW, YOU HAVE HEARD SOME OF THE THINGS HE LOVED AND WAS FOND OF, BUT NOW HERE ARE TWO THINGS HE DID NOT LIKE -MAYO AND MIRACLE WHIP.
- TO EVAN, FAMILY AND FRIENDS WERE ALL IMPORTANT-NOT JUST MOM, DAD, AND SIBLINGS. HE FELT LOVE AND A RESPONSIBILITY FOR HIS NIECES AND NEPHEWS NOW HE IS A HERO AND LEGEND TO THEM.
SURVIVORS INCLUDE:
- PARENTS- HEATHER BOWERS, JEFF DAVIS
- SIBLINGS- ERIN BOWERS, ETHAN BOWERS, EMILY BOWERS
- GRANDPARENTS- LIDA BOWERS, PAT AND JIM DAVIS
- NIECES AND NEPHEWS- LYDIA BOWERS, IAN BOWERS, DOONEY BOWERS, WILLOW BOWERS
- AUNTS AND UNCLES- JASON DAVIS, SHAWN AND MONICA BOWERS
- COUSINS- SOPHIA BOWERS, KAYLA YEACKLEY, AND AMBER MICHAEL
- OTHER LOVED ONES INCLUDE JESSI AND CAYDEN ROUSE, LEVI OLSON, KALIN SEEBER, DJ KENNEDY, LILY CEBUHAR AND HER FAMILY, JUST TO NAME A FEW.
EVAN’S REMEMBRANCE WILL BE HELD AT THE ISLES PUB AND PIZZA RECEPTION HALL LOCATED AT 6232 HAVELOCK, AVENUE IN LINCOLN NEBRASKA 68507 AT 2:00PM ON SUNDAY THE 13TH OF JUNE.
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My heart goes out to the Bowers family. Evan was a sweet dude with a fantastic sense of humor. Sending you all love and hugs.
– Molly Mayhew
Lou and I have your family in our hearts
Our thoughts and prayers go out to each of you. Evan will always close to you in your hearts with all your wonderful memories.
You are
in our thoughts and prayers! What a wonderful grandson he was. How lucky you both are.
Such a great person was able to make a room light up. He truly will be missed!
Your family is on my mind often. Evan never failed to make me smile and laugh. He was my friend since I was about 6 years old and he had the biggest heart and smile. I’m blessed to have known him and had the time I had with him. Thank you for raising a person who touched my life in a special way. Sending love
I only knew him in passing from school but a heard his name in a memorial on the radio and instantly recognized it.
He was incredibly kind and would make time for anyone. Anytime I saw him he was surrounded by laughing friends.
Words fail me, but I will try.
Evan Clay Bowers Davis.
I don’t know where to begin, so why not at the beginning? I met Evan in a wonderful welding class offered by Lincoln Northeast highschool in Lincoln NE. At that point in my life, my diagnosis was unchecked, and I had a really hard time communicating with my peers.
One day, I’m sitting down, and this guy next me, clad in tye dye and hand woven jewelry, has the gumption to include me in a conversation taking place between fellow classmates. This was the first time this had happened to me. The charisma of the character permeated the room, people would instinctively gravitate to this guy when he talked. His demeanor was down right pleasant, and as I listened, I could tell he enjoyed talking to people of all walks of life.
For some reason, still unknown to me this day, Evan decided he enjoyed talking with me enough to invite me to hang out.
This was ground breaking in my life. I was often ignored as a part of the background. To have someone invite me over to hang out was mind boggling.
As I got to know this silver tongued sales man, the more I enjoyed learning about his unique perspective on life. He was raised by a fiercely loyal mother, who is not to be trifled with, and probably the coolest dad on earth, with sage advice sprinkled in-between humourous quips. His family, so full of different faces, was inspiring for me, who had no basis of a functioning family.
When Evan began to work at dairy queen, he began honing his skills as a merchant. By the time Evan left the desolate dairy queen, he could sell snow to an Inuit.
Evan’s customer service skills were a sight to behold. When you walked in to buy some confectionery treats, Evan had already scouted them out for you, and had the best recommendations.
When Evan got into a kitchen, he eyes lit up. His food specialty at the time was a dish called spaghetti-o westerns, and boy did he make the ever living heck out of it. If Evan had not tried a food before, it meant he was about to.
I vividly recall the new year’s eve when I finished my year challenge of vegetarianism, Evan was prepared with over 5 kinds of meat.
Evan enjoyed making people happy. The look his niece and nephew gave him when he walked into a room was inspiring. Never before had I seen children grin ear to ear at supersonic speeds.
Unfortunately, as people grow, their connections with other individuals change as well. After many years, Evan and I had a falling out. These things happen, it’s life.
Even as I continued pushing forward, I always found myself saying “I wonder what Evan is up to.”
In some of my darkest times, Evan voice would ring out in my head with wise advice from the past.
I grew more and more, and found myself on the east coast, living in southern Maryland. I’d often see things and they would scream out to me, “Evan would probably enjoy that.”
I ended up moving back to the Midwest, this week in October of 2021. I found myself walking through Seng park (formerly uni park). I stopped on the bridge overlooking Deadman’s run, recalling past time spent in that park, relaxing after stressful days if school and work.
Not really realizing it, I began to perform the song, while my guitar gently weeps, the park empty and mournful. I had not been informed at that point of Evans untimely demise. I walked through the neighborhood we used to run around rampantly in, fondly remembering nights of camaraderie and joy.
I then met up with a mutual acquaintance the next day to have coffee, and was informed, Evan had passed.
I felt like I had taken a battering ram to the heart. My blood pressure spiked.
I seriously thought they were joking. How could such a vibrant man just be gone?
It took me 4 hours to treat myself for shock. Mind you It took me 5mins to identify when I got gored by a boar, immediately treat myself for shock, teach my manager first aide while I walked myself to the office to administer first aide on myself, while filling out work comp paperwork.
It took another 2 hours for it to sink in. Memories came flashing back, each armed with its own unique pain. Survivers guilt immediately hit me. I’m a trained first aide responder, why wasn’t I there? Why couldn’t I help? Why was I 1300 miles away from him when he left too early?
And then my training kicked backed in.
I owe Evan a great debt. He was crucial in my education when It came to communicating with peers. Evan’s customer service is the basis of mine. He helped cope with my father’s incarceration. He was there when I couldn’t handle my home life anymore.
He introduced me to so many important people in my life. He taught me how to be me.
Even now, I know my words do the man no justice. Evan was an experience you had to live through in person.
I’m on my way to Colorado to go to school to be a paramedic, and get a BA in psych. I want to be able to help others as much as Evan helped me.
I hope Evan’s loved ones take solace in the knowledge that Evans lessons reach all the way from Washington state to Washington DC, and every step I take after.
I would like to thank anyone who has taken the time to read this. May you find peace and happiness.
-Kyle William Chandler, future paramedic
I did not know Evan but after reading this obituary it is so obvious he was an amazing person who left an impact on everyone in his life. I’m certain the entire family is feeling overwhelming devastation and emptiness from where he used to be. I lost my sister, brother, mother and grandma all within a 3 year span, and I know there is nothing I can say to start the healing for his loved ones. But I did want to say that it is rare that someone so young touches so many lives and lives his life to the absolute fullest, though we’ve never met, I believe I would’ve really liked him. Please accept my deepest sorrow, it is all I can provide. Take care of each other and remember him every day.