Euan Update

I’ve received an update concerning Euan Sharp, and I hate to say that it is bad news. There were complications during the operation and Euan didn’t make it. He passed without regaining consciousness at 6:17 PM Eastern Time last night.

I never knew Euan and have no idea how his family plans to celebrate his life. Given that his family and friends are grieving and we wouldn’t want to intrude, do your part to honor his memory by signing an Organ Donation card.


6 Responses to “Euan Update”

  1. Lisa@All That and a Box of Rocks Says:

    Oh….I hate to read this. I always hate to hear of another lost life due to CHD, don’t you?

    My condolences to his family~

  2. Stefenie Jacks Says:

    How very sad to hear that Euan didn’t make it through his surgery. I was pulling for him!

    What a rather powerful last statement he made on heart failure. His thoughts on living with heart failure were pretty tough to read. So many things that those of us living with healthy hearts take for granted. Makes me wonder what the future will be like for Logan and what his thoughts on living with CHD will be like. My hope is that he will be brave and share his story with those who will listen.

    Thanks for blogging Steve!

  3. Richard Clatney Says:

    I knew Euan in high school, we shared many classes together. It has been almost 20 years since I last saw him. I can still see his smile and rosy cheeks. He was always pleasant and a beautiful person to be around. I had no idea he had heart problems. I sit here now, today, just having learned of his death and my eyes are full of tears. God calls the best home early. Euan is definitely worthy of this great gift. God bless his family.

  4. Pete Laporte Says:

    I also knew Euan in school and he was loved and appreciated by everyone who knew him. There are a few things about Euan that, even if you didn’t know him very well, really stuck out. He was smitten with movies, particularly by animated films, and it was clear to anyone that his future would somehow involve making films.

    I remember that another classmate in our class, MB, also had a problem with his heart, and we were told one day that this student’s sudden absence was due to a heart operation and that MB would not be returning to school. At the time, I think it’s fair to say that we were all still self-absorbed teens at the time, but out of nowhere, Euan (and his brother from another mother JW) proposed this idea – and then made it their mission – to raise enough money from everyone in the class to purchase MB the number one electronic game platform of that time, a nintendo Gameboy, and a couple of games. I don’t know if Euan knew about his own heart condition at that time, but if he did, it never came up. Euan just seemed to have this insight about how important it was to visit this classmate in the hospital, and how lonely and miserable hospitals could be.

    If Euan could make a movie instead of writing a paper, or doing some research assignment, he would convince the teacher that he should be allowed to make a movie. So, I always wanted to work with Euan on school projects. It wasn’t that Euan couldn’t write, even in high school, he seemed to have a knowledge of words and concepts that were miles beyond anyone else’s comprehension. That and a twisted wit made one of his comment turn everyone around him within earshot beet red and submitting to outbursts of laughter. If you think I’m exaggerating, he once gave a spontaneous treatise on the process by which dog pooh changes colours from “steaming” to the white greenish disintegrating powdered sugar turds that surface in the spring; complete with noteworthy observational cues and the chemical process for each step. Why anyone would know that is bewildering, and still disturbs me to this day.

    But Euan wasn’t bookish. He knew more than you about movies, yes, but he wasn’t anything like the stereotypical A/V nerd, he was cool. Absolutely everyone liked him. He had a knowledgeable opinion about relevant issues, he knew what was going on in the world, and he wasn’t worried about mocking or criticizing silly things with his own brand of humour. It could be hi brow, or as anyone who remembers his take on a certain “tender vittles” commercial with the line, ‘it’ll be our little secret” will attest, it could be low-brow humour too and shockingly hilarious.

    On one of these school projects, a project on animation, Euan screened one of his own short animated movies. He had made it with some digital drawings, an Amiga computer, and a hi-8 camera that you might have thought he was born with instead of a hand. The film was an animated version of the short story, “the window”; a tale about two older patients who share a hospital room. Euan animated the story with pictures, but the narration: his voice, is what I remember best. In the story, two convalescing old men share a room in a hospital with deplorable conditions, and one patient, positioned closest to the window, sits up in his bed and describes to the other what is happening in the world outside. The vivid narrations brighten the spirits of the two patients, but soon, a jealousy seeps into the man furthest from the window. For the man closest to the window’s health has deteriorated, and he’s unable to sit up and look out. His days are now spent asleep, and when he is conscious, he apologizes for being too tired to sit up to see outside. This begins to anger the other man who feels that perhaps he should be allowed to make use of the window, and soon, his jealousy consumes him. Late one night, while his roommate gurgles and thrashes to reach the emergency alarm, the jealous patient suppresses his initial urges to help and instead waits for the sounds to stop. In his moments of hesitation, he consoles himself with the reminder of how inconsiderate the other man had been, and that no one would know of his inaction. In the morning, the man closest the window has died, the body is removed, and after a time, the jealous man asks to be moved to the bed closest to the window. At the first opportunity, the man pulls back the curtain and discovers that the window has no view at all and has always been obscured by the presence of the brick wall of the adjoining hospital building. The realization by the viewer of the film with the pulling back of the curtain, is that the vivid scenes of young lovers holding hands, of children playing on the grass that had filled up so many of the jealous man’s afternoons, had left with his roommate earlier that morning.

    In many ways, one of Euan’s first films was autobiographical, and I’m not sure of the extent to which Euan knew this. This film that he made in grade 10 would foreshadow his own eventual illness, about coping with his eventual long hospital stays, and the loneliness of enduring each day. His humanistic and well written blog does this too, but it transforms the film. The big reveal in this case isn’t that there’s a brick wall, it’s that all along, it was Euan in that hospital bed delighting others with his stories, jokes, and good humour. That even when he was contemplating his own life, his achievements, and his future, blogging about it in the light of his IPOD, he was still doing all this to entertain, to teach, and to share the movies in his mind. I wish Euan’s family my sincerest condolences.

    • Anonymous Says:

      Thanks Pete for your rememberances of Euan. He was a wonderfull child growing up who turned into a beautiful man. He was a writer, animator, humourist and student of this world we live in. Thoughtfull to a tee, very traditional, and loved family. He could talk locker room humour and also have an in-depth discussion on astro physics. He was well read. He recently worked on a young childrens book series with a twist, animate each book. He had just finished the 2nd book and animation of 13. This was not his full time job but rather his recovery project each time his heart was in trouble. He created, wrote, animated and produced – a one man show, that was Euan. You can view his first animation on YouTube, just search for DiggedyDozer. He will be sadly, sadly missed by many people. He was our “braveheart”
      God Bless
      Brian Sharp

  5. We Are Connected « My2ndheartbeat Says:

    […] The initial word of his passing came from “Adventures of a Funky Heart” ~ […]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s