Ian was exquisitely sensitive. He was unusually attuned to sound and music and often painfully aware of other’s feelings. Helping other people made him happy. Generous and compassionate by nature, he used to reach out to share his food from his highchair. Enthusiasm, artistic and musical talent, spiritual curiosity, and athletic prowess characterized him as a boy.
Ian always had a rich dream life, and once shared a wonderful dream in which he leapt from mountaintop to mountaintop. With a flair for drama and costume, Ian was a dramatic Goth figure downtown for several years. As he matured into manhood, he developed a deep voice and unique charisma, but struggled with depression and addiction.
In his last year, Ian was proud of his accomplishment as he worked his way up the ladder as a carpenter with the Carpenter’s Union. He attended a Lakota sweat lodge and felt cleansed of the darkness which preyed upon him.
A natural writer, Ian kept a journal, a testament to his struggles, hope, and spirituality: “The ghouls … and ghosts can make their presence known when given the power of one’s powerlessness.”
“Been sick. Hope I don’t have something that might end this capsule that holds my spirit.”
“Finding out about the spirit and how strong it really is.”
“The time is short here on earth. I must do something I need to accomplish before it’s too late.”
Hopefully, Ian was able to accomplish his mission before he died. His struggle will not be forgotten. His strong and pure spirit continues to inspire us.