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This is a place to collect stories and pictures, to share experiences, and remember Amby. Please direct any memories or images for posting to ethan.sletteland@gmail.com |
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Just thinking of Ambrose | |
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Posted by Ami at 4:54am on Monday the 9th of March, 2009 Ethan and I gave our son the middle name of Ambrose. I think of him often, and plan on telling Pan Ambrose all of the great things (and some of the embarassing things) about his namesake as he grows up. 
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Left unspoken | |
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Posted by Simon at 9:44pm on Thursday the 26th of February, 2009 It´s been about a year now. February 29th was the last time I spoke with Amby, and it was also the first time in six months having done so due to a falling out that we had over his drug use. I went to Japan, he stayed in San Diego--with that kind of distance it´s easy to stay out of touch. After six months of silence between us, I was back in California on vacation. While I was there I figured the silence had gone on long enough. Kara and I were going to Joshua Tree National Park and I wanted to to invite Amby. Joshua Tree was a place I was always trying to drag him to because I knew how much he´d enjoy it. Three times before, I had pulled his teeth trying to get him to go and he would get excited about it and then flake out at the last minute. The fourth time he finally managed to drag himself along and he ended up loving it. It was actually one of the last really great memories I have of the two of us throughly enjoying ourselves together in the same care-free fashion that we did back when we were children growing up. So now, after all those months of silence between us, I thought there´d be no better way to put it behind us than to return to Joshua Tree together. So, in the backseat of a moving car, I called him up. He sounded a little taken aback. ¨Simon?¨ He also sounded a little distracted, but I didn´t notice too much at the time because I was also a little distracted by all the noise in the car. I invited him and he said he couldn´t come because he had to work. Then he said, ¨So tell me about Japan. What´s it like?¨ With the radio playing and other conversations going on in the car besides my own, I didn´t really want to get into it much. I said something short like, ¨It´s interesting, I´ll tell you more about it later,¨ or something like that. ¨Talk to you later,¨ was how I ended. ¨Ok,¨ he said. Click. And that was it. That was the last time I would ever speak with my brother again. After all that time not having spoken with him, and I didn´t even say ¨I love you,¨ or ¨Take care of yourself,¨ or even, ¨Hey, I´m sorry we had a falling out.¨ I figured there´d be time to so those things later. Another day. That night I went to a show to see my friend Elliot perform. The next morning I went to Joshua Tree with Kara and her brothers, the whole time thinking how much Amby would have enjoyed himself if he´d come. Later that evening, I returned from the trip and received the news. Less then two hours after I had spoken with Amby, he had killed himself. It took me two days to learn this. I couldn´t stop wondering if it was coincidence that the same day I spoke to him after such a long time was the same day he chose to end his life. Later, it became clear drug and financial problems were the driving force behind what happened. It wasn´t something that I said. Still, it tears me up to know that what I didn´t say might have made a difference--or at the very least he could have heard me say I loved him the same day he chose to make his exit. Instead the last conversation that we´d ever have together was a mundane one. It´s a lesson to learn: never let too much time pass between you and the people you love, and never cease to remind them of how important they are to you. It´s a lesson that I´ve learned the hard way, but still find myself not always putting it into practice. To all my family and friends, please know how much you all mean to me and I much I love you all. |
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sno cones | |
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Posted by alaina at 7:32pm on Wednesday the 4th of February, 2009 the other day I was driving past the little sno-cone shack in the parking lot by where ACI used to be. it made me remember all the summer days that ambrose (during his sno-cone obsession) would randomly show up at our house either with a sno cone for each of us, or eager to go GET us all sno cones. i think he must have had a crush on one of the girls that worked at the place, because there were days that he made multiple trips there. awww, ambrose, you little flirt! i miss you. |
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Posted by Aunt Irene at 6:15pm on Friday the 21st of November, 2008 Rose, This is such a sweet perception of Amy\'s going into the Coast Guard and it is probably true. I wish Amy would have not been so impulsive, that trait is what got him killed. I know he was sensitive and sweet to the core. I miss him very much too. Just so you know, I spoke with your grandmom yesterday and she shared that one night recently she was having a nightmare and was scare to be alone and Amby came - clear as if it was real - she thinks his spirit did come to her, he did not say anything, he just stood by her bed to keep her company so she could not feel scared and alone. That sounds just like him. 
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Amby\'s M.O. | |
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Posted by Rose at 3:43pm on Thursday the 20th of November, 2008 When we were all living in Arcata together and old enough to have to \'do something with ourselves\' Amby left us for the Coast Guard. The military is not the subject of this praise to a man I love so deeply. It was the way he left I want to explain to my family.
The day came when Amby had to leave. We were all sitting in the living room, Amby saying very little, when the recruiter came and pulled into our parking lot. Amby just walked out the door- fast. He said nothing to anyone, he just left.
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