Evan Michael Williams
April 27, 1987 ~ July 13, 2021
Evan Michael Williams, 34, died Tuesday, July 13, 2021. Rosary will be at 7:00 pm, Sunday, July 18, 2021, at Downing & Lahey West Mortuary. Funeral Mass will be at 10:00 am, Monday, July 19, 2021, at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Catholic Church. Evan loved to work out, was a motorcycle, car and truck collector, avid hot rodder and enjoyed being around his friends and family especially at the lake. Evan was a member of the International Association of Machinists and Aerospace Workers District 70. He worked for Spirit AeroSystems as a CNC mechanic. Preceded in death by his grandparents, Don (Darlene) Williams, Virgil (Norma) Pelz; uncle, John Pelz; cousin, Andy Pelz. Survived by his parents, Mike and Cheryl Williams; sisters, Holly (Keith) Simpson, Megan (Chris) Straub; girlfriend, Katie Wheeler and her daughters, Emree and Brynlee; his dog and trusted friend, Darla; nieces and nephews, Cora, Dylan and Devyn Simpson, Sadie and Austin Straub; uncles, Monte (Mona) Pelz, Ron Pelz, Steve Williams. In lieu of flowers, memorials have been established with The Lord's Diner, 520 N. Broadway, Wichita, KS 67214 and Kansas Humane Society, 3313 N. Hillside, Wichita, KS 67219.
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Evan loved his family and friends his cars and drag racing at track always had smile everytime I would see him loved having fun we would always talk about our cars he is aready missed can not believe it very sad prayer,s to family and friends.
I was so sorry to learn of Evan’s death. I was a neighbor on 135th. He and Katie came to my little brome patch to buy hay, a very nice young man. Again my condolences.
Mike, Sheryl, Holly and Megan. I am so very sorry for your tragic loss. Tim McFall
Death is unfathomable, especially when it strikes someone with an unfinished life. There are terrible people walking around on this earth that don’t deserve this life, and you are not. It’s so unfair you’ll go crazy thinking about it too long. Along with the shirts you wore, missing the sleevs you cut off, you often sported an infectious smile. You were a big softie who sacrificed many of your workouts to talk about life and relationships because according to you, if it weren’t for the “gym therpay sessions” you would go days without talking to anyone. You always doted on your dog Darla, often saying you loved her more than you liked most people. We had the chance to say goodbye to you, we just didn’t know it’d be the last time. Like one of our to be continued conversations this is where it ends for now. It doesn’t make sense to any of us that you are gone. Even though you are not here anymore, you will remain in the hearts of many. We were all lucky to know you and to call you a friend. Rest in peace Evan
Katie, the girls and Evans family, my heart breaks for you all right now as you walk this life without Evan. Evan was a sweet man, loved by many and just a kind soul. Him and Katie would come by and he was always willing to lend a hand on anything I might need done. Evan and I shared a love for cars and would talk in length about some of the people we both knew and the cool cars we had or have. He loved Katie and the girls very much, as he did his family. When he spoke of his mom, he would just light up, as he always seemed to strive to make his parents proud, which we know he did. He will be missed dearly and I am so sorry for your loss, as well as all that knew and loved him. This picture was taken at a wedding we were at recently and he was so happy to dance with Emeree, he beamed with pride all night. His smile, bear hugs, smart a$$ comments and ability to talk about anything is what I will miss the most. Fly high, Evan!
We didn’t know Evan well,but have known Mike and Cheryl forever. We know them to be good and kind. If Evan was a portion of that I know he was a wonderful man. Our hearts are broken for your family and our prayers continue for your comfort and healing. Trusting that you will indeed be reunited.
I remember the day I gave you your first motorcycle. I had to clear it first with your parents of course because you were only about eleven years old. Every time you cut my lawn and you saw it in my garage, you would ask me what I was going to do with it. One day after you cut my lawn, I handed you the title. I said that 305 scooter is yours now. All he could say was I think I am going to cry. See ya in Heaven Even. Rick Petrie