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Sandra Lo Monaco

Sandra Lo Monaco

Evan was not only my nephew but also a son to me. I was at the hospital the day he was born and a permanent fixture in his life forever more. There are so many wonderful memories I have of Evan, and I could go on and on, but of course I will only share the two that hold a very special place in my heart. In 1998 I herniated a disc in my back and was unable to move for weeks following the injury. I was still living at home and Evan would be dropped off by Joanne every morning as my Mom was his primary caregiver. Every morning this adorable 2 year old would arrive. As I had to sleep on the pullout couch in our basement family room due to my injury, Joanne would place Evan in the bed with me and hand him his bottle of milk. That was the year that Evan became not only my nephew but my son. We built such a bond that when his Mom arrived home from work Evan would want to stay with me. Even at such a young age he would bargain with his Mom, “I stay with ‘Shwana’ (as he called me since he couldn’t pronounce my name). “Shwana will bring me home.” And as the smitten Aunt I was, I obliged. And so started our special relationship. The second memory I want to share is one that always brings a smile to my face. Evan was about 4 or 5 years old. David and I had been dating for a few years. One night Evan came over to say something to me and called me Shwana. David, knowing full well that Evan had known how to say my name properly for some time now, decided to ask him this question, “What’s her name?” To which Evan replied matter of factly, “Sandra, but I call her Shwana!” As years went by this relationship grew and grew. “Hi Beautiful”. “Hi my Evanuch” was our regular greeting. Every telephone conversation ended with I Love You’s. I miss him dearly. A part of my heart has been taken away. I love you my Evanuch, always and forever. Until we meet again my dear sweet Angel. Your Shwana. xoxo ❤️

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