James Evans

James Earl Evans was born on February 13, 1967 in Ripley, Mississippi to loving parents, Bertha Mae Adams and Robert James Evans.

If you were fortunate enough to know James, you would have known his generosity and his gigantic heart. James had enough love to go around for everybody. Consider yourself blessed if you were able to share in his love.

James was a hard working man. He was employed by Titan Tire, where he worked hard to provide for his family. He was dedicated, determined and loyal to all that he loved. James had a passion for life and a love for many things. He liked to sing but that was nothing compared to when he wanted to cut a rug. James could clear a dance floor! James cherished his family. He would go out of his way to stay in contact with them. If you lived out of town, he would call and if by chance you weren’t home, he would leave message after message telling you how you needed to pick up because he was calling. Those of you who live in town, know he would show up unexpectedly but always welcomed. The first thing he wanted to know was what was in the refrigerator. If he wasn’t hungry it was certain that he was thirsty. He always knew there was something in there that was meant just for him. But I must share with you his favorite, which were pancakes from Perkins at any time and on any day of the week. If he was Superman, those pancakes would have been his Kryptonite.

With the grace of God he met his soul mate, someone who completed him, Tangela Tarter, at work one day and the rest was history. She probably had no clue she was about to become Mrs. Tangela Evans. James didn’t waste any time marrying the love of his life. On September 25, 2010 James and Tangela formed a union and joined hands in holy matrimony. They became one as husband and wife.

James was a loving and proud father. He held his daughter Mya Evans near and dear to his heart. She gave him a reason to shine even through the cloudy days. Through his union with Tangela, he was blessed to gain two more daughters, Darsha Tarter and Paige Green, whom he loved as well. What you might not know is James recently became a proud grandfather of Ra’mon Morton.

James was an older brother, a loving son, a devoted husband and a proud father. He lived a full and wonderful life and his memory will not be forgotten with so many to look after, just as many to love, and all of you to love him back. James did not leave us; don’t believe that for a second. If you knew him like I did, he just went before us to prepare us a place next to him in heaven.

James was called from his labor to rest on August 8, 2011. He was greeted by his grandfather, Frank Evans; uncles, Matthew Evans and John (Lisa) Henderson; cousins, Sandra Evans, Michael Lee Evans, Robert Lewis Grahm, and Christopher Byrd; and brother, Robert James Evans, Jr.

James left to cherish his memory his loving wife, Tangela Evans; his beautiful children, Darsha Tarter, Mya Evans, and Paige Green; his one and only grandchild of whom he was extremely proud, Ra’mon Morton; his parents Robert Evans and Bertha Evans; his mother in law, Brenda Tarter; his brothers, Napolean Evans, James Arnez Evans, Jessie Coleman, Robert Stonehocker, Demario Darrah and James Alexander Evans; his sisters, La’Shawn Walker, Barbara Craddock, Charlotte Evans, Sharneilicole Evans, Shianne Stonehocker, Maressa Stonehocker, Brittany Sibert and Clarissa Sibert. James has other sisters and brothers that we haven’t had the pleasure meeting, a lot of uncles and aunts both here and in Mississippi, even more cousins, a host of nieces and nephews, and a lot of friends he viewed as family.

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following the path God has laid, you see.
I took His hand when I heard Him call
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that peace at the close of the day.

If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joys;
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh yes, these things I, too, will miss . . .

Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow,
My life's been full, I savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief;
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee
God wanted me now–He set me free


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