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Obituary for Evan Lyle Mock
Evan Lyle Mock was born on September 24, 1963, in Arlington, Virginia, but always called Manassas home. He was born “sunny side up,” at approximately 11:52 am. Evan lived his life extraordinarily: it didn’t always make sense to other people, but it certainly made sense to him.
He was first a son, to Ernest L. Mock and Shirley J. Mock, and a younger brother to his siblings Carla Craig and Eric Mock, and later, an older brother to Eldon Mock. He met his childhood sweetheart, Patty Mock, at Loch Lomond Baptist church, while their dads drove the church bus route together. Affectionately, he gave her the nickname “Pug.” Their first date was at Momma Mia’s, and he proposed in his truck. They got married in 1984. He became a father to Kayla Mock, Candice Mock, and lastly, MeKel Sunshine Mock. Evan was a son in law to John and Brenda McFarland, and a brother in law to Melissa Campbell, Donny Craig, and Lynn Mock. He was an uncle to Breena Campbell, Taylor Cook, Devon Mock, and Aalias Orantes-Newcomer. And lastly, in his favorite role of all, he was “Pops” to J’den Mock, his grandson. He was a fast friend and a brother to everyone he met.
His black hair and blue eyes were the first things his mom noticed about him. As a son, he was loving and tough, and always kind. He was always cutting up, and he was quick with come backs. He was outgoing, but private. He had a love for “peanie butter” and “fire ninnies.” While he wasn’t a fan of public affection, he would often throw his arm around his mom’s shoulders while they were walking together. As a brother, he was always rough housing with his siblings, and his signature move was the pile driver. He ran track in high school, nick naming himself “The Flash.” The boundaries of “in law” didn’t exist with Evan; he was simply a son and a brother, and fondly drove everyone crazy.
Evan had friends everywhere, in everything he did. His hodgepodge of friends reflected him: hard working, jack of all trades, loyal. His generosity and charisma made him well liked; if you knew Evan, you liked him. His friends were a big part of his daily life, and were often the recipients of early morning texts and jokes. You couldn’t talk to him without laughing. If anyone, family or friends, needed anything, Evan was always their first call.
Evan turned houses into homes. He founded his own business, Best Contracting, and he was an expert at handy dandy fixes, although you never knew in what unconventional way he was going to “fix” things, or how long they would stay “fixed.” He always had about three projects going, and more ready to go before those were finished. His family never quite knew what renovations or projects they were going to walk into at home. He was always a step ahead in seeing his designs, and it was reflected in the beautiful and meticulous things he built.
Evan was a jokester and a tease, and was never serious for more than ten minute intervals. He was quick witted and made a hobby out of playfully pushing people’s buttons. You never really knew what was going to come out of his mouth, and nothing was off limits. Evan made sure there was never a dull moment when he was around. He was constant in his quest to have every picture he ever took to have some version of bunny ears, and later in life perfected the art of photobombing by diving in front of pictures.
He believed in comfort, above all else. His fashion choices often consisted of flannel pajama bottoms, high topped Nikes, a holey t-shirt and always, and most importantly, two pairs of socks (cotton first, wool on top). He, in his eyes, had a full head of hair until he passed (luckily, it was no longer permed).
He was a shy songwriter, an old country western movie fan, an enthusiastic singer of oldies and classic rock, and a big believer in a lot of whipped cream served with pie. (He often got his own container at family holidays.) He enjoyed BBQ-ing and watching football on Sundays. He was a Miami Dolphin fan from childhood, and a closeted Washington Redskin fan later in life, thanks to his in laws. While he said he was not a fan of high school drama, he always made sure to listen as Sunshine caught him up daily. He was always bartering for foot rubs and leg lifts, using his extensive knowledge of music trivia to leverage more time. He was an expert on everything, and would go to the end of the world to prove that he was right. He didn’t like to lose a fight, and his girls always knew they had one on him when he would say, “Oh, just be quiet.” He was an amateur guitar player, and a master at the air guitar.
Evan lived in a series of hap hazardous events that he was able to turn into a beautiful life. On March 7, 2017, at the age of 53, Evan unpredictably passed away. He died working on a home he was building for his family at Lake Anna, which he loved.
Evan is not gone. He can be found in heart shaped rocks and Dr. Pepper. He will be there every time Kayla plays the air flute while singing along to “Runaway,” just like he taught her to do. He will be in all of his unfinished projects, and all the things he fixed and built. He will forever be driving around in old, beat up, white trucks. He will live on in comfortable pajama bottoms, and super hero movies. He will be in song lyrics, especially ones that are made up, which was his specialty. He will be in motorcycles rides and any time anyone rocks out on air guitar to “Free Bird.” He will be in monthly lunches with his brothers, catching up with all the gossip. He will be in every time his family gets together to eat, especially if it’s all you can eat shrimp.
Please come out and celebrate Evan’s life on Monday, March 13, 2017 at Baker-Post Funeral Home & Cremation Center, 10001 Nokesville Road in Manassas, Virginia. Visitation will be from 2 p.m. until 3 p.m., with a service led by Reverend Florence Foust to begin at 3 p.m. Following the service, there will be a small reception in the funeral home community room. Please bring your favorite story about how Evan made you laugh, impacted you, or the shenanigans he instigated to share with his family and friends.
In place of flowers, the family is asking that donations be made in honor of Evan’s generous and kind heart to the American Heart Association at https://donatenow.heart.org/.
He was first a son, to Ernest L. Mock and Shirley J. Mock, and a younger brother to his siblings Carla Craig and Eric Mock, and later, an older brother to Eldon Mock. He met his childhood sweetheart, Patty Mock, at Loch Lomond Baptist church, while their dads drove the church bus route together. Affectionately, he gave her the nickname “Pug.” Their first date was at Momma Mia’s, and he proposed in his truck. They got married in 1984. He became a father to Kayla Mock, Candice Mock, and lastly, MeKel Sunshine Mock. Evan was a son in law to John and Brenda McFarland, and a brother in law to Melissa Campbell, Donny Craig, and Lynn Mock. He was an uncle to Breena Campbell, Taylor Cook, Devon Mock, and Aalias Orantes-Newcomer. And lastly, in his favorite role of all, he was “Pops” to J’den Mock, his grandson. He was a fast friend and a brother to everyone he met.
His black hair and blue eyes were the first things his mom noticed about him. As a son, he was loving and tough, and always kind. He was always cutting up, and he was quick with come backs. He was outgoing, but private. He had a love for “peanie butter” and “fire ninnies.” While he wasn’t a fan of public affection, he would often throw his arm around his mom’s shoulders while they were walking together. As a brother, he was always rough housing with his siblings, and his signature move was the pile driver. He ran track in high school, nick naming himself “The Flash.” The boundaries of “in law” didn’t exist with Evan; he was simply a son and a brother, and fondly drove everyone crazy.
Evan had friends everywhere, in everything he did. His hodgepodge of friends reflected him: hard working, jack of all trades, loyal. His generosity and charisma made him well liked; if you knew Evan, you liked him. His friends were a big part of his daily life, and were often the recipients of early morning texts and jokes. You couldn’t talk to him without laughing. If anyone, family or friends, needed anything, Evan was always their first call.
Evan turned houses into homes. He founded his own business, Best Contracting, and he was an expert at handy dandy fixes, although you never knew in what unconventional way he was going to “fix” things, or how long they would stay “fixed.” He always had about three projects going, and more ready to go before those were finished. His family never quite knew what renovations or projects they were going to walk into at home. He was always a step ahead in seeing his designs, and it was reflected in the beautiful and meticulous things he built.
Evan was a jokester and a tease, and was never serious for more than ten minute intervals. He was quick witted and made a hobby out of playfully pushing people’s buttons. You never really knew what was going to come out of his mouth, and nothing was off limits. Evan made sure there was never a dull moment when he was around. He was constant in his quest to have every picture he ever took to have some version of bunny ears, and later in life perfected the art of photobombing by diving in front of pictures.
He believed in comfort, above all else. His fashion choices often consisted of flannel pajama bottoms, high topped Nikes, a holey t-shirt and always, and most importantly, two pairs of socks (cotton first, wool on top). He, in his eyes, had a full head of hair until he passed (luckily, it was no longer permed).
He was a shy songwriter, an old country western movie fan, an enthusiastic singer of oldies and classic rock, and a big believer in a lot of whipped cream served with pie. (He often got his own container at family holidays.) He enjoyed BBQ-ing and watching football on Sundays. He was a Miami Dolphin fan from childhood, and a closeted Washington Redskin fan later in life, thanks to his in laws. While he said he was not a fan of high school drama, he always made sure to listen as Sunshine caught him up daily. He was always bartering for foot rubs and leg lifts, using his extensive knowledge of music trivia to leverage more time. He was an expert on everything, and would go to the end of the world to prove that he was right. He didn’t like to lose a fight, and his girls always knew they had one on him when he would say, “Oh, just be quiet.” He was an amateur guitar player, and a master at the air guitar.
Evan lived in a series of hap hazardous events that he was able to turn into a beautiful life. On March 7, 2017, at the age of 53, Evan unpredictably passed away. He died working on a home he was building for his family at Lake Anna, which he loved.
Evan is not gone. He can be found in heart shaped rocks and Dr. Pepper. He will be there every time Kayla plays the air flute while singing along to “Runaway,” just like he taught her to do. He will be in all of his unfinished projects, and all the things he fixed and built. He will forever be driving around in old, beat up, white trucks. He will live on in comfortable pajama bottoms, and super hero movies. He will be in song lyrics, especially ones that are made up, which was his specialty. He will be in motorcycles rides and any time anyone rocks out on air guitar to “Free Bird.” He will be in monthly lunches with his brothers, catching up with all the gossip. He will be in every time his family gets together to eat, especially if it’s all you can eat shrimp.
Please come out and celebrate Evan’s life on Monday, March 13, 2017 at Baker-Post Funeral Home & Cremation Center, 10001 Nokesville Road in Manassas, Virginia. Visitation will be from 2 p.m. until 3 p.m., with a service led by Reverend Florence Foust to begin at 3 p.m. Following the service, there will be a small reception in the funeral home community room. Please bring your favorite story about how Evan made you laugh, impacted you, or the shenanigans he instigated to share with his family and friends.
In place of flowers, the family is asking that donations be made in honor of Evan’s generous and kind heart to the American Heart Association at https://donatenow.heart.org/.
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