24 February , 1938 – 25 February , 2018
It is with extreme sorrow that we announce the passing of Evan McDonald, the beloved husband, father, brother, uncle, cousin, grandfather, and great grandfather to many. Evan is predeceased by his father Ewen, mother Pauline, sister Margaret, niece Cassie, and stepson Robert. He was the gem of his wife, Arlene’s life. Evan leaves to mourn his 4 children Randy (Susan), Cindy, Kathy (Blaire) and Blaine. He also leaves his 5 step children Ronald, Patricia (Pete), Sandra, Norman and Dan. Evan will also be sadly missed by his brother Roy (Irene) and a very special cousin Warren (Robin). He also leaves behind 20 grandchildren, 16 great grandchildren, many nieces and nephews, and several special foster children that he opened his heart and home to. Evan will be sadly missed by all he has touched in his life. He passed away peacefully at the Westlock Hospital on the 25th of February; just 1 day after his 80th birthday. The family wishes to thank the staff at the Westlock Hospital for the excellent care and compassion they provided during Evan's final days. There will be a small get together at the chapel to remember a truly wonderful person. All donations will be truly gratefully accepted at the Fire Fighters Burn Treatment Society.
- Celebration of life Saturday, 3 March , 2018
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6 March 2018
On behalf of the Edmonton FireFighters Memorial Society, please accept our condolences on Evan's passing.
Please know that he will be missed greatly. Although I have never had the pleasure in working with Evan, talking to several members and retirees who did he was a very well respected member of our department.
We want to give your family time to grieve your loss but if you could please mark Tuesday September 11th 2018 on your calendar, as that will be the day of our Annual Remembrance Ceremony.
It will be the day that we remember all those members that we have lost in the past year.
It is also a very special ceremony as we have the family members of those members involved in the event itself.
It gives us all a chance to say goodbye and it helps with the closure as well.
If I could have a family member to contact me at 780-619-1564 or at firstname.lastname@example.org then I can get back to them and we can talk about arrangements for this years ceremony.
In closing, please accept our deepest condolences on your loss and know that Evan will be missed.
Edmonton FireFighters Memorial Society
3 March 2018
Both of my grandfather's had passed away before I was born. My grandma Margret (Evan's sister) passed away when I was too young to have many memories of her. Some might see that as life not playing fair, but as they say: "if there's a hole in the bucket...." My Uncle Evan (great uncle, I suppose, if anyone is keeping score, but I am certainly not) was able to step in and be a "grandpa" to me. We did not have a lot of time together, but what time we had he always made special. As a child, he taught me how to fish (and the responsibilities of managing live bait, my least favorite part of that activity!), would always spin a yarn for me if I was one of the first ones up for those memorable sunday breakfasts at the family campground on July long (my favorite stories being anything he was willing to share about his time with the fire dept.), and Uncle Even was usually the one to finally get a game of "scrub" going on those same weekends, even if he was also typically the first one to drop out a short time later. :)
When I was 11, Uncle Evan told me about his rule about not talking to teenagers, and that I should prepare for 8 years of silence from him (a "promise" he made to many of us, and one that he thankfully never kept). As an adult, I found myself ever increasingly steering towards specialization in the field of children's mental health, and my conversations with Uncle then included lots of "trading notes" about the foster care system and caring for abused children, something that I always admired him for doing.
So even though strictly speaking I never had a "grandfather", I did have positive male role models in my life that listened to me, taught me things, shared stories and made me feel like I mattered. Uncle Evan was one of those people, and from the bottom of my heart I thank him for that, he was a kind man who influence on me will carry on, and I hope in some small way the contributions that I attempt to make in this world would make him feel proud.
3 March 2018
I extend my sympathy to Evans family Arlene and all the children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, Roy and Warren. I may have missed some as Evan touched so many. My memories of Evan are as a young child he was always playing tricks on Warren and me such as getting to run races thru an old haystack that had a bees nest in it imagine the result. He did a lot for us when we first entered the work force in finding us jobs as equipment operators.
Evan and I enjoyed shooting barbs about the Oilers and Flames although none of us has bragging rights this year.
I had full intentions to be at his service but he weather and highways suggest I use my better judgement and stay off the roads as my driving skill are not what it used to be. In the good old days I would just throw a scoop shovel in the trunk and head out.
Will miss you Evan
Malcolm and Lynn McDonald
2 March 2018
I was saddened to hear of Evan's death. My family lived in the same rural community south of Alix where he grew up. Our families enjoyed many social events together and I remember Evan as a fine young man who was always caring and thoughtful to others . I sincerely hope all the wonderful memories you have will comfort and sustain your family in the months ahead -- it is difficult to lose a loved one -- my thoughts and prayers are with you all
Much love- Betty Cruickshank nee Stone
27 February 2018
When growing up, we kids quite often heard Dad holler "down in front" as he watched his hockey games. We would quickly stop, drop and crawl across the front of the t.v. so that he wouldn't miss a crucial play or goal. Tonight I am trying to watch the Oiler's game through tears. Over the past few years, Dad & I would text banter while watching every Oiler's games (he often commented that my texts were snotty as I was starting to fall off the Oiler's bandwagon). I watched the Oiler's game with Dad on his birthday, trying to recreate the experience of an exciting Rod Phillips play by play, just hours before losing him. I'm quite confident that I really failed at impersonating Rod Phillips but still, I proudly announced to him that the Oiler's gave him a win just for his birthday. I miss you Dad! Love your Sissy Jo