I've had to turn off access to the blog due to spamming. While I get that pornographic irritation taken care of (hmm, there has GOT to be a better way to say that!), I get to write midst the sense of being in a silent Marlinspike Hall, where every footstep begins the ring of a circling echo. It's empty here...
Ashley Riemer was such a vibrant person, so on the cusp of her transition to independent adulthood... remember how hard and how wonderful that time was in our lives? She deserves so much credit for -- how to say this? For becoming a beautiful adult all while being exactly where and what she is, damn, where and what she *was*.
My temporal confusion, at least in this matter, comes from this video (and another series of her memorial service -- she donated her body to the Georgetown Med School for research, bless her!).
The videographers added a short recordingAshley made to be her "final words," and they are moving words that left me feeling Ashley as very much "here and now."
[Points to anyone who knows what song is playing in my head! Something about a breeze... a donegal breeze. (Teachers always give big ass hints.) Of course, these lyrics are the ones that come to my mind, a mind very different from Ashley's, from her parents. Always, always being and feeling à rebours, I am.]
Ashley Riemer's Video of her life uploaded to YouTube by Tammy Dennison (at whose channel you can also see the three videos of Ashley's Memorial Service)