Saturday, August 27, 2022
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I remember the first time I met Ella. She was 4 or 5. It was clear at that age that she was an amazing artist. She had drawn chicken pox all over herself at art camp, and her work was so 'realistic' that the camp phoned Dan and made him go pick her up. I think he may have said "you do realize, this is magic marker, right?" And they just refused to accept that. So she came to work with dad.
Ella's art rivals anything in any gallery. Her paintings are profound - bold, striking canvases that grab you and make you feel things you do not have words for. But the talent never seemed to end...because her singing made you feel the same way. This impeccable, emotive sound seemed to float from her in the most effortless way. How do so many gifts end up in one girl?
I have listened to stories about her compassion and her care for others. It makes me both happy and sad to think of how kind and generous she was, as we are all worse for having lost this beautiful soul, but we are made so much better for what she gave. The time she spent caring for the most marginal among us, bringing dignity and compassion to the darkest places - this is what the world will carry forward. What a wonderful, amazing human being. My heart breaks for her family.
