Evelyn Keane

Evelyn Marie "Evie" Keane was born sleeping at Southside Virginia Hospital at Danville, VA on January 20, 2024 at about 23 weeks. She was preceded in death by her great grandparents: Dorothy B. Livingston, William P. Livingston, Alexander Roberts, Betty J. Roberson, Mary Grace Kendall, Sam Kendall, Mary B. Keane, and Phillip J. Keane, Sr., as well as a sister, Beriah Rahab Keane.
She is survived and will be greatly missed by her parents: Kevan D. Keane and Brittany M. Keane of Axton, VA; her brothers: Samuel B. "Sam" Keane, Tobias M. "Toby" Keane, and Theodore N. "Theo" Keane; her sisters: Liliana R. "Lily" Keane, Bethany O. "Bethie" Keane, and Danielle E. "Ellie" Keane; her grandparents: Julie and Dennis Keane of Oak Island, NC; Tiffany A. Thomas of Timberlake, NC; Jeffrey S. Roberts, Sr. and Mariana P. Roberts of North Chesterfield, VA; great grandparents Stuart B. and Emiko H. Morrell of Chester, VA; and numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins.
A small funeral ceremony will be taking place at her gravesite at Highland Burial Park in Danville, VA on Monday, January 29, 2024 at 11:00AM. The family has elected not to have a viewing.
Though we had so little time with her, a void is in our hearts. What keeps us going is knowing that we will go again to her, though she will not return to us (2 Samuel 12:23) and that in the end, "the last enemy to be destroyed is death" (1 Corinthians 15:26). Though she never saw childhood or adulthood in our family, she remains in our hearts. May we never forget her until the day we meet again, as we trust and believe that despite this great loss, she enjoys a much better experience with Christ than the life she might have lived here.

Early Death

She passed away like morning dew
Before the sun was high;
So brief her time, she scarcely knew
The meaning of a sigh.

As round the rose its soft perfume,
Sweet love around her floated;
Admired she grew-while mortal doom
Crept on, un-feared, un-noted.

Love was her guardian angel here,
But love to death resigned her;
Though love was kind, why should we fear
But holy death is kinder?

Hartley Coleridge