A memorial service for Evan Anthony Hisey is scheduled at 2 p.m. Wednesday in the First United Methodist Church with Rev. David Daniel officiating. Family friend Kirk Dixon and Mike Rahhal will also eulogize Evan. 

Evan Anthony Hisey came into this world on Dec. 18, 1972, in Norman, to Mike and Barbara Hisey. After Mike’s service in the Marine Corps, the family relocated to Ardmore. From a young age, Evan marched to the beat of his own drum. His mother and father accurately referred to him as the “flower child” of the family. Evan liked to reinvent himself even as a young child; upon learning his middle name was Anthony, he announced that wanted to be called “Tony” going forward, and later also Chucky … although no one really knows why. His father nicknamed him “Tony Chucky” afterwards and it’s stuck. Evan grew up in a loving family that included two brothers, Braden and Drew. Some of his favorite memories of growing up in Ardmore included skate boarding with friends. He was honest and straightforward, but that also meant he could never get away with anything either. (Just ask those friends he skateboarded with.) He remained bonded to his childhood friends for life because shared experiences just do that (like doing “time” for streaking). 

After high school Evan eventually made his way to Texas, where he landed at the University of North Texas in Denton. It was there that Evan met his life-long group of friends and began playing music in bands in and around Denton and Dallas. He cherished the time he spent playing with El Gato, The Polyphonic Spree, Preteen Zenith and recently the Sunshine Village, as well as the opportunities it afforded him to have incredible experiences, meet like-minded spirits, and travel the world. 

Evan was a talented writer and so meticulous an editor he earned the moniker “Eagle Eye Evan.” In another life chapter, he used those skills as a copywriter at JCPenney Headquarters, where he also met his future wife in 2013. Beth couldn’t help but to love Evan immediately; the only thing standing in her way is that he detested her favorite band in the whole world, James, but took her to London to see them anyway because that is who Evan was. Neither Beth nor Evan had ever been accused of being conventional. And true to form, after about six weeks of dating in secret, they eloped on their lunch hour, returned to work and no one was the wiser for more than a month after. Though Evan never imagined himself as a father, he became an instant dad to Bella and Amelia. In fact, he always told the girls that wanting to be a part of their lives officially was one of the most important reasons he wanted to get married. Becoming a dad had a learning curve, but Evan worked at it every day. He was proud to have a family and they were proud to be his family. They loved his flaws, and he loved theirs.

He had a host of friends at work and in his personal life that loved and adored him, and he was the sort of person you just wanted to know. Even though he could be quiet and reserved, Evan’s impact in this world and in the lives of so many people was greater than he could have imagined. It always is. He was special and his story is bigger than the words on a page could ever be. 

Evan was kind and generous, with a wry sense of humor (including dad jokes wherever he could sneak them in) and an amazing laugh to match. He could grow an enviable beard complimented on by Starbucks baristas and strangers alike; however, his mother did not share this wonder for his beard because it hid his big, beautiful dimples. He had a strong sense of fairness and was genuinely bothered by the inequities in the world around him — large and small. He never remained silent when he saw injustice, from standing up for others to the charities he selected, to gently reprimanding his wife if she showed favoritism to one of their three dogs (even though Bernie was his hands-down favorite). He was a bit of a curmudgeon at times, and lived up to his nickname “Old Man Hisey” on many, many occasions. He was passionate about things that would seem mundane to others—like creating a “place for everything, and everything in its place” in the garage, pantry, or refrigerator. He was not a fan of slow left passing-lane drivers and would let them know in every way possible. He was a big fan of the very controversial Oxford comma. He would never concede that the Thompson Twins really was a good band, as he could not get past the incorrect use of “was” rather than “were” in “King for a Day.” 

Evan made an impact on our lives, so his loss leaves a hole in our lives in our hearts. Instead of questioning and despairing, we choose to remember him only with light and love — and that huge laugh.

He is survived by his wife, Beth and two children, Isabella and Amelia; parents, Mike and Barbara Hisey, Ardmore; brother, Braden Hisey and husband, Scott Bartel, Oklahoma City; brother, Drew Hisey, wife, Tanya and family, Adelaide, Declan, Eliana and Zachary, Plymouth, Minn., to whom he was affectionately known as Skunkle Evan; Uncle Andy Gregory, wife, Judi, Edmond, and their daughters, Lauren Popham, husband, Justin and daughter, Penelope Popham, Arlington, Va., Kelsey Gregory, Colorado, Jana Gregory, New York; Aunt Nancy Anne Mardis, Memphis, Tenn.; Cousin Lisa Davis, husband, Charles, Orlando, Fla., and family, daughter Taylor, Los Angeles, and son Parker, Orlando, Fla.; Cousin Andrew, wife, Dina and son, Luke, Memphis, Tenn.; Cousin Rachel, Orlando, Fla.

Memorial may be made to the Dallas Animal Services, 1818 North Westmoreland Rd. Dallas, Tx. 75212.

Online condolences can be made at craddockfunealhome.com.