Ansel died at 20, waiting for a transplant that might have kept him journaling, poetgaming and mountain climbing. A few weeks before he died, I visited him in New York. When I asked what I could bring him from Oregon, he said: "Seaweed-- lots of kelp. I want to take a bath in it and pretend I am in the ocean". (I did, and he did).
He packed more life into two decades than many of us could in five, and had a heart the size of Texas. His family and friends miss him very much but are ever enlarged and grateful for our brief time with him.
Give the gift of life: