Farewell to our beloved Ish
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On Sunday 29th November we lost Ish Ysra St Clair Miller, my world, partner, and best friend. He is the love of my life, and my partner in crime.
Every second of my life I shared with him was a privilege. He was the best man I know. I was privileged to love the man he became, and I am gutted that he didn't get all the time he deserved to fully share it with the world.
Let us remember him.
Remember his mischief. This enigma, who had a playfulness so infectious that you couldn’t help but cave in to your own joy.
World conjurer and old man philosopher. He was the botanist, the storyteller, the Wise Fool. Loving brother, doting godfather, loyal friend.
Remember the fires he built, the communities he conjured, the way he created and curated home. Ish, the man who greeted life’s conundrums as a game.
This king defied the rules: This is The Counter-Culture Rebel King. The pedantisaurus. Semanticist. Never afraid to challenge the status quo, he will engage in debate like it’s the final battle, and this deviant will leave victorious. He brought you back to your wild childhood, reminding you to Choose Life. His native tongue was curiosity.
These are all ways that Ish shone in the world. But those of us who were privileged enough to be part of Ish’s inner world got to see this man grow and transform. Over the past years, he has built his business with dedication and determination. He has been studious and he has been grafting. He has been evaluating and reflecting on himself with humility, looking at his areas of development and developing them. He has grown in confidence. He was on the cusp of greater things.
Ish was a magician, a massive nerd, a true TANGENT. He was a devourer of books - portals to other worlds - from treasured pages about esoteric literature on Eastern philosophical teachings, to expansive exploration of the art of bonsai trees. And sexy palm-reading.
But for those of you that knew him and loved him already know he was a legend in this world. He lived fiercely, loved fiercely and was taken too fucking soon.
Year on year, we shall honour his passion and zeal for life, by keeping the music and parties alive, by continuing to extend kindness and help to those who need, and by continuing to build and imagine love, warmth and happiness in each other's lives.
Please join us in contributing to this fundraiser, where funds will be used for easing difficult family transitions, fulfilling unfinished dreams of Ish, as well as the organisation and magical creation of special memorial spaces. These funds will also help to repair Ish’s old devices that contain precious memories, so that we can rescue footage that would otherwise be lost.
We welcome you to share your favourite pictures of Ish, as we wish to collect them towards memorial creation. Please feel free to send memories to [email redacted]
To his family all my love and support.
Sherron St Clair & Glenn Miller you brought a magical enigmatic Angel to me. He carried your names strong.
To his mad and beautiful clan of brothers - Ursa, Idris, Lamech, Shaman, Khai and Indi - you were his mirrors and the foundation for him. The impossibilities of each of you paved the way for his fortitude, along with all his surrogate mothers, fathers and mentors.
I am devastated and broken to be posting this and grateful for all the kindness received in this tragedy.
Madina, dubdubz. Juuuunior shubnubs
Every second of my life I shared with him was a privilege. He was the best man I know. I was privileged to love the man he became, and I am gutted that he didn't get all the time he deserved to fully share it with the world.
Let us remember him.
Remember his mischief. This enigma, who had a playfulness so infectious that you couldn’t help but cave in to your own joy.
World conjurer and old man philosopher. He was the botanist, the storyteller, the Wise Fool. Loving brother, doting godfather, loyal friend.
Remember the fires he built, the communities he conjured, the way he created and curated home. Ish, the man who greeted life’s conundrums as a game.
This king defied the rules: This is The Counter-Culture Rebel King. The pedantisaurus. Semanticist. Never afraid to challenge the status quo, he will engage in debate like it’s the final battle, and this deviant will leave victorious. He brought you back to your wild childhood, reminding you to Choose Life. His native tongue was curiosity.
These are all ways that Ish shone in the world. But those of us who were privileged enough to be part of Ish’s inner world got to see this man grow and transform. Over the past years, he has built his business with dedication and determination. He has been studious and he has been grafting. He has been evaluating and reflecting on himself with humility, looking at his areas of development and developing them. He has grown in confidence. He was on the cusp of greater things.
Ish was a magician, a massive nerd, a true TANGENT. He was a devourer of books - portals to other worlds - from treasured pages about esoteric literature on Eastern philosophical teachings, to expansive exploration of the art of bonsai trees. And sexy palm-reading.
But for those of you that knew him and loved him already know he was a legend in this world. He lived fiercely, loved fiercely and was taken too fucking soon.
Year on year, we shall honour his passion and zeal for life, by keeping the music and parties alive, by continuing to extend kindness and help to those who need, and by continuing to build and imagine love, warmth and happiness in each other's lives.
Please join us in contributing to this fundraiser, where funds will be used for easing difficult family transitions, fulfilling unfinished dreams of Ish, as well as the organisation and magical creation of special memorial spaces. These funds will also help to repair Ish’s old devices that contain precious memories, so that we can rescue footage that would otherwise be lost.
We welcome you to share your favourite pictures of Ish, as we wish to collect them towards memorial creation. Please feel free to send memories to [email redacted]
To his family all my love and support.
Sherron St Clair & Glenn Miller you brought a magical enigmatic Angel to me. He carried your names strong.
To his mad and beautiful clan of brothers - Ursa, Idris, Lamech, Shaman, Khai and Indi - you were his mirrors and the foundation for him. The impossibilities of each of you paved the way for his fortitude, along with all his surrogate mothers, fathers and mentors.
I am devastated and broken to be posting this and grateful for all the kindness received in this tragedy.
Madina, dubdubz. Juuuunior shubnubs
Organizer
Madina Salah
Organizer
England
