Born in the month of October, our mother, Elena Dawne Evans, carried things associated with that month as part of her throughout her life. She loved the cool down from the hot summer months; the feel and smell of the crisp air; the trees, first changing from their green leaves to the vivid oranges, reds, and yellows of fall, then eventually shedding them, leaving bare their many limbed branches, reaching towards the heavens. She loved a clear dark night with a bright moon, the millions of stars visible, and the possibilities they represent. Seeing her, she’d almost always be dressed in black head to toe, her eye make-up dark enough to rival any of her rock gods, her long locks flowing (at most, held back with a bandana), and she’d be blasting music of one genre or another, all which she felt so deeply in her soul. That darkness she loved so much and surrounded herself with was not representative of the kind, caring, and generous soul she had, that we all loved so much, or the light she radiated.
Her genuine love for people and the gift of gab made her a perfect fit for the customer service jobs she held; be it pouring or mixing your favorite drink, listening to your story, or making sure you made it to your destination safely via taxi, to mention a couple. Her favorite position ever held was caring for her grandfather, Frank Moulton, during the last years of his life at the family home in Kennebunkport, Maine. An arduous task she took on with gusto. To speak with her of this time, she described it as bittersweet. It was a time to grow close and reminisce, hearing new stories of family, and just sitting in silence, all the while knowing this time together grew shorter by the day. This experience was a turning point for her, she had been living as a free spirit and now she felt a desire to settle down a little more, find where she belonged and live each day happy. She successfully spent the remainder of her years loving her family and friends with all she was each day.
She leaves behind, her oldest son Scott Skillin, his wife Danielle, and their children, Eric and Jason, of Steep Falls, Maine; her youngest son Steven Evans, and granddaughter Mya Sarto, of Biddeford, Maine; and her companion, Keith DeMoss, of South Berwick, Maine. Additionally, she had many furry grandbabies she adored and who adored her; too many to mention by name, other than her little doodlebug and best friend, Matilda, who would go to Grammy’s for sleepovers then return home spoiled and about 5 pounds heavier than when she went.
As much as she identified with the month of October, it is her middle and preferred name Dawne, that resonates with her children the most. Our mother was not a perfect person, and she owned that and taught us to do the same. To look at our mistakes or misdeeds, learn from them, and move on. To reflect on all of life, the good and the bad, but do not hold on to the negative. There will be a new day and a new dawn will come. It seems only fitting that she would leave us in November during her favorite time of the year and in the morning. Rest well, Mum. We love you.
We will not be having a service at this time due to the COVID-19 pandemic, however, we would still love to hear any stories you would like to share with us. You may do so by commenting here, on her Facebook wall, or if you would prefer, you may email, [email protected].
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