I could write for days about all the memories I have a Devan, but I’ll just share a few of my favorites here. Devan was the first person I met in the 12th ward. It was our first Sunday there, I had just sat down with my family in the pew and Devan came over and asked me to help the young men pass the sacrament. I was caught a little off-guard but happy to help and it began a long friendship with Devan and years of service alongside the young men. Shortly after we moved in, I was called into Young Men’s.
Devan was undoubtedly the most outgoing and most rambunctious boy in the group. I took great pleasure in throwing him off the tube behind my boat when he said that he was unbeatable. I’d often have to get after him for telling inappropriate jokes. When he came home from his mission, he served in Young Men’s for a minute. Now when he shared one of his jokes, not only was I able to laugh at it, but I also got to share some of my own with him. (Don’t worry, Cathy. They weren’t too bad)
We were on our High Adventure in Central Utah hiking slot canyons and other cool stuff shortly after his first date with Cassie. The boy was smitten. I hiked up and down several slot canyons with Devan right underneath my feet, practically tripping over him at least fifty times. The whole time we were down there, he wouldn’t stop talking about this girl that he swore to me he was going to marry.
My heart aches for you, Wally, Cathy and the rest of the Rogers family. He was a great young man and he will be missed. Until we meet again, Devan.
