My friend Jorge read the following poem from the Great Sufi Master Hafiz at Ashlie’s bedside on our last day with her. My dear friend Dan read it again, at her memorial. I take comfort in these words today as we mark the four-year anniversary of her death.Love is the funeral pyre where i have laid my living body. All the false notions of myself that once caused fear, pain, have turned to ash as i neared God. What has risen from the tangled web of thought and sinew now shines with jubilation through the eyes of angels and screams from the guts of infinite existence itself. Love is the funeral pyre where the heart must lay its body. – Hafiz (translation by Daniel Ladinsky)
Taken aboard the Santa Cruz Boardwalk Tsunami in 2001, this remains my favorite photo of Jordan and J. Everything you need to know about their relationship in those years, is here.
The song is stuck in my head this morning.
The photo still makes me smile.
The 3+ years she's been gone are mostly a blur.
I keep waiting to come out the other side of the grief
but the truth is – there is no other side.