Today, 1/24, is exactly 2 years since Ivory died homeless of exposure in a mental & emotional crisis, just a few blocks from our home. Our Unitarian Universalist Church has an Accessibility Task Force, and we held a vigil here in Eugene near where she died to honor her memory. We have left a photo of this vigil in the photo section of this site. On right is a man living in his car. Next to him is Breezy, Ivory's sister.

Good morning little sister..... today marks 2 years since you made your journey. Last weekend I visited the place you laid your head down for the final time......
Missing you dearly. Love you Weeny

Yesterday was your 32nd Birthday..... I thought I wouldn't cry..... but I did. I sat down by your willow tree and listened to the creek. I laid wildflowers by your stone. The sun was shining through the clouds and there was a light breeze. It was everything your Birthday should have been. As I walked away into the field, I let the rain wash away my tears and sang you Happy Birthday.

Lighting a candle for you today little sister..... may your memory continue. You are so very loved and missed. Today marks a year. I watch old videos of you and listen to voicemails, grateful for these. Your passing seems like a lifetime ago and yet feels like just yesterday. I close my eyes and think of you, the image I see is your smiling blue eyes and can hear your crazy contagious laugh. Love you Weeny.

-Sissy

https://twitter.com/oliviayoungtv/status/1387571389704507392?s=10

https://kval.com/news/local/after-woman-froze-to-death-in-eugene-advocates-discuss-lack-of-tracking-for-unhoused-04-29-2021

I'll continue to share you story Ivory. If it can help just one person..... all you've ever wanted was to help others. In your honor I will continue to do my best. Love you little sister.

My little sister.... my little Weeny. Trying to be brave and find strength. We will honor you again on Sunday and for as long as I am breathing. I am sorry I couldn't reach you, I'm sorry I couldn't help you.... my heart breaks. May you be with me as I begin a new journey in your name, in your honor, your strength carry over to me so that I may help others. Your life and death shall not be in vain.

Dear Ivory, you were loving and you are loved; even though you were alone in the last hours of your life, your death will not be in vain and we will carry your spirit in our hearts always. Your spirit emboldens people like me who are frightened. When I feel weak and outnumbered, your spirit will help me find steel and resolve. You spirit makes me want more than ever for our voices to be heard, even if we have to raise our voices a little more than is considered polite. Because of you, we will not let go of the dream of creating safe sanctuaries for all people who have been othered and labelled, places where people can connect with one another as human beings, places where people can go to meet their basic needs met without shame, stigma, or pre-conditions.