Ashlee Long was the kind of person who lit up a room without even trying—always the loudest laugh, the best outfit, and somehow the one who remembered everyone’s birthday and their coffee order. She was 28, SASSY in the best way, and building an incredible career in real estate—chasing her goals with PERFECT LIP GLOSS, spreadsheets, and a hustle that never took a day off.

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She loved a good margarita, a better playlist, and every dog and CAT she ever met (even the ROUGH ones). Her group chats were legendary. So were her Sunday reset routines: face mask, true crime doc, and a candle burning like she ran a spa. Ashlee had that rare magic of being both wildly independent and deeply loyal—if you were her person, you knew it.

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She was the kind of daughter who called just to check in, the kind of friend who showed up early and stayed late, and the kind of woman who didn’t just make an impression—she made a difference. She was on her way to so much more. And while her life was taken far too soon, her light is nowhere near gone.

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We carry her with us—in laughter, in ambition, in that little voice that says, “buy the shoes.” This site is for her. Because Ashlee’s story deserves to be told, remembered, and fought for.