As a child, every morning, Ehren Clark got put on a special bus and shuttled off to the Gifted
and Talented school. He was handsome. A charmer. Artistic and fashion forward. He’d grow to
be 6’4, a great swimmer and excellent student, and the manager of a bakery while still in high
school. He graduated from college, got his masters, and began a successful career. He had all
of the brains, talent, and charisma to do whatever he wanted in life, but according to his big
sister, Sarah, “The world crushed it out of him. It’s kinda not fair.”
Sarah Clark Davis is the oldest of six siblings who grew up in Houston, TX. She always shared
a special closeness with second-in-line, Ehren, even when things got complicated toward the
end of his life. Their dad came from LDS pioneer roots; their mother, Joanne, was a convert
who jumped in headfirst and embraced everything about her newfound faith. Joanne’s kids’
aptitude for art and fashion trickled down from her side, which included several LGBTQ
members: a brilliantly creative artist and gay uncle who died of AIDS when Sarah was 14, a
lesbian aunt, and a trans cousin. Growing up, Sarah says Ehren, “was always the good kid,
mom’s favorite. He made us all look bad. If we ran out to play, he’d stay back to clean the
kitchen. It was obnoxious -- he always did the right thing in church, school, home. Until he
didn’t.”
Around age 15, things fell apart. Ehren started failing school and failing to come home. He loved
music and dancing and would go out to clubs all night with an older crowd, returning home in
Depeche Mode-esque eyeliner. Sarah says, “There was never a moment he sat me down and
said, ‘Sarah, I’m gay.’ I would have been like ‘Yeah, I know.’ He was just open with himself in a
way that everyone knew this guy was gay. And he wasn’t afraid to be his flamboyant self.”
Growing up in Texas, Sarah remembers defending Ehren against name-callers who made fun of
the way he ran. He gravitated toward safer pursuits and really found his people in the theatre
community. There was never really a conversation about him going on a mission – by that age,
Ehren was out on his own path. He remained close to his family, especially his mom, but longed
for a family himself. Sarah noticed a grief she assumes was impacted by his inability to
reconcile his life with church teachings.
All of Ehren’s siblings went to BYU, while he went to the U. Shortly after, he backpacked
through Europe, where his troubles escalated and he had a substance abuse-related
breakdown. “The drugs were not helpful to the issues he already had going on in his brain,”
says Sarah. He was admitted into a hospital, where he was diagnosed with drug-induced
schizophrenia and bipolar, what's often referred to as schizoaffective disorder.
Ehren returned to Utah, where he found the church’s addiction recovery program useful in
helping get his substance abuse under control. After earning a masters in art history from
University College London, Ehren became very active in Salt Lake’s arts community – teaching
at Westminster College, and befriending artists and gallery owners alike while working as an art
critic for City Weekly. Sarah says, “He loved that life and community so much.”
All the while, Ehren’s family focused on loving and supporting him with zero unrealistic
expectations. They adopted the “we don’t know how this will work out in the church, but it will”
approach. Even after he stepped away at age 18, Sarah was always comforted by the many
people on various ward rosters who continued to reach out to Ehren throughout his life and
show him love. “I realize it’s a lottery and not everyone has that in the church, but I want to do
what I can to provide that where I attend – to leave the doors as wide open as possible so
people feel wanted.”
To his family’s shock, after nearly two decades of being out of the church, around age 36, Ehren
was ushered back in by a faith community Sarah describes as his “angels.” She says he lived in
this “funky little branch in Salt Lake that was filled with diversity, artists, and he found his people.
The bishop just loved him, and Ehren went back and became the assistant executive secretary.
Then he called us up one day to invite us to his endowment exactly thirty years from the date of
his baptism.” Sarah still marvels that her brother chose to quit drinking, smoking and even
coffee to go to the temple especially since all of that was part of his social circle. But she says
his complicated mind longed for a peace he somehow found in the temple -- where he worked
weekly up until he died.
Toward the end of his life, Ehren also worked at the enterprise Sarah founded, Fashionphile,
where he’d pen product descriptions for resale luxury goods. Loving fashion the way he did,
Ehren had a flare for the words that described it, though his mental health sometimes impeded
his productivity. Of his output, Sarah laughs, “We just figured, it is what it is. At the end of the
day, we’re going to get something, even if it may need a little editing!”
Sarah had a startling dream one night in which both she and Ehren had died, and he joined her
at the pearly gates in the form of the handsome, smart, witty, cool guy she’d known when he
was younger and before his mental break. He said, “What happened? Right when I needed you
most, you backed away.” Sarah woke up in a sweat and thought if Ehren had cancer, she would
have moved him in with her family. From that moment, she made a concerted effort to strip any
boundaries that might prevent her from being there for him, even when he was difficult.
As Ehren lived alone, Sarah and her sister initiated daily FaceTime calls with him. His mood
swings were extreme. In the same call, he might put them on a pedestal, then start swearing
and call them she-devils. Sarah mastered the art of, “Ehren, I love you. I can tell this isn’t a good
time. Let’s talk later.” And they would. To this day, Sarah is still triggered by the sound of a
FaceTime call, remembering the beautiful face and complex mind of the brother she loved.
2017 was not a good year for Ehren or the Clarks, especially on the tail of their father’s
diagnosis with brain cancer and onset of their mother’s dementia. In an attempt to convince
them he was okay, Ehren had pulled away a bit from the family, while also exhibiting extreme
mood swings and weight fluctuation – his meds out of balance. But Sarah and siblings thought if
they could just get him through their annual 4th of July gathering at their family cabin, they could
work together to get him admitted somewhere and get his meds regulated.
Right before the gathering, Sarah called, but Ehren didn’t answer. Their brother, Jesse, went
over to check on him and Sarah says as he walked up the stairs, he says he felt a heaviness.
He just knew. They all did. At 42 years old, Ehren was gone. Jessie found him in bed in his pj’s
and his slippers at the bedside. His room was tidy and his cat was curled up next to him. Ehren
had overdosed on the wrong medicine cocktail – his dosage off. It still plagues Sarah how easy
it is for some to overdose on prescription medicine.
Reflecting on the tragic loss of her brother, Sarah says, “It’s all interconnected – part of his
mental illness and personal tragedy was his never being able to accept that constant tension in
his brain – his sexuality against his testimony. He loved being ‘a Mormon.’ What does that mean
for your brain if you love that, and you’re gay?” Sarah acknowledges there are many things
about Ehren’s life she doesn’t know. She guarantees there was likely a plethora of hard stories
involving bullying and nastiness that she wasn’t privy to. She reckons, “I’m sure it was there. I’m
sure there were people who weren’t nice. But I also know he was blessed with a lot of angels
who loved him.”
Meanwhile, Sarah is grateful for her lesbian aunt who lives a great life in Poway as a diehard
Dodgers fan and successful, contributing member of society. But most importantly, she’s always
been a friend and support to Sarah. She has modeled a loving openness that has inspired the
Davis family. She freely shares her own mission stories and has always been encouraging to
Sarah and her kids when they've embarked on their missions. And in turn Sarah and her family
have done their best to follow her example, showing love and support to their trans cousin after
having top surgery. “Post-surgery, my aunt thought it was cool their Mormon family was doing
what they do best, and sending over dinner.”
Sarah regrets that Ehren’s path was more difficult as he battled a series of heavy things -- his
eating disorder, his schizo-affective diagnosis, his drug addiction. “Maybe if just one of those
things wasn’t there, he could have just been himself and done anything.”
Every December, Sarah’s family now decorates a Christmas tree in rainbow décor in her
brother’s honor. “He loved attention - for his amazing outfits, for who he is. And he’s in heaven
right now loving that we’re talking about him.”
