In Memory of Evan Witty

Memory is an evasive beast. Modern neurology research fails to explain to me why there are certain moments that seem mundane yet are drilled into my mind and other moments escape me, though I may rationally deem them to be more important. For example, I remember almost nothing from my college graduation ceremony but I have a very crisp recall of the only time I spent with Evan Witty. For whatever reason that science can attribute, our exchange is imprinted on my brain.
Our interaction happened six years ago. Jonny Hork, Fiona Noorian, Alec and I were sitting around the Witty’s dining room table after a night out that probably involved some drinks and laughs. Evan came home in a state that I might call tipsy on life—he told us of his acceptance to a Baptist Evangelical college. He was glowing from a good night out with friends and the excitement of senior year. He rolled our conversations with his quick jokes and eager grin. We chatted and laughed, gossiping about who was going to what schools and anticipating what Senior Spring had in store for Jonny and Evan. Evan left to go to bed and the memory of the evening post-Evan fades from me.
I do not remember what Jonny, Fi, Alec and I did earlier in the evening or how I got home that night, but for whatever reason I distinctly remember the twenty minutes I spent in the Witty dining room with Evan Witty. That time turned out to be the first time we met and the last time we saw each other. His capacity to stick in my mind for as long as he has is a testament to his ability to make memories. I do not know why I remember him but I do know that his memory in me will not fade, regardless of how brief our encounter was. As others churn over the many amazing moments they shared with such a remarkable individual I am sure they will agree: Evan Witty is truly unforgettable.