As life goes… coming online brought devastating news. My dear comrade Rod Howard Ash passed away in his sleep in Provo, Utah. Memorial and burial already behind and his gaggle of admirers are bound for Diamond Fork hot pots to magnify his memory.
This sacred place is the last place i saw this wonderful man –,i was in rough shape and he whisked me, Marty, his son and nephew up to our “church”, yabbering & driving like Neal Cassady – effervscent with lifeforce & boundless energy & optimism. Of course his hair added another 6 inches to the 4 his creeper shoes gave him. A natural diplomat, super conductor & connector with style & smile for days. Im not sure why him and not me. Will love him forever and will be in Utah during Memorial Day weekend for Mom’s body donor ceremony and will pay a proper tribute with tears & poems. Thank you for showing me what boundless love looks like Mr. Ash. You are ours forever. Snaps from Rod’s camera on a Diamond Fork day (Sept. 2016):
Two little videos where you hear Rod’s distinctive laugh: Rod – diamond fork gang on trail Rod – diamond fork dave waterfall (nice!) Bonus: shoes
Rod loaned me a suit when I was a freshman in high school in Canby Oregon so I could go to a girl’s choice dance. I didn’t have anything to wear and I had to pull the belt tight to hold the pants up, but I looked pretty good. We took him to a vintage clothing store in Portland once; he had such unique and interesting taste. What a good guy. I’m saddened to hear he’s gone too soon.
what a wonderful memory. style for days and a giant heart.