Ian Vaughan Harrison
February 14, 1986 - January 21, 2009
A kind and gentle spirit, infused with a great sense of humor
On January 21, 2009, the world lost a great, caring, loving and warm soul. Ian Vaughan Harrison, 22, was born to Paul & Sally Harrison on February 14, 1986 in Seattle. Ian expressed himself through his creativity and sense of humor. He was deeply sensitive to others and had an amazing ability to relate to anyone, young or old. He met the world with a kind and gentle spirit, infused with his great sense of humor.
Ian was gifted in the video and film arts and had a passion to share his skill and knowledge with others. He was an actor and had a love for making and appreciating music. Ian was a 2004 graduate of Edmonds-Woodway High School and graduated with a Bachelors degree from Evergreen State College, Olympia, Washington in June of 2008. After completing a senior year college internship at 911 Media Arts Center, Ian became a cherished and indispensable staff member where he was both the Youth Services and Education Coordinator, and Operations Manager.
Ian is survived by his parents Paul and Sally Harrison (Edmonds), Uncle Bill (Judy) Gehring (Kirkland), cousins Brian and Jeff Gehring, Aunt Brenda (Rex) Powell (Hawaii), Godparents John and Laurie Dykstra and Godbrother Eric Dykstra, Granddad Bill and Nana May (United Kingdom), Auntie Beryl, Uncle Mick and cousins Karen, Michael, and Michelle (United Kingdom) as well as numerous loving family members in the U.S. as well as Great Britain.
View the 911 Media Arts Center Memorial for Ian
The funeral and celebration of Ian’s life will be held Thursday January 29th at 1:00 p.m. at University Lutheran Church, 1604 NE 50th Street, Seattle, WA 98105 (206) 525-7074.
In honor of Ian’s memory, in lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to 911 Media Arts Center, 402 9th Avenue North, Seattle, Washington 98109 (206) 682-6552, http://www.911media.org.
All is Well
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way you always used to.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Let my name be ever the household word it always was,
let it be spoken without effort,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland
Just as the Wave Cannot Exist
Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so must I never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me. It is an uncomfortable doctrine which the true ethics whisper into my ear. You are happy, they say; therefore you are called upon to give much.