Happy Birthday Ryan! We miss you very much!
Today, Ryan would have been 34 years old with a ten year old son. He made it to his 24th birthday before his untimely death.
You know I used to tell Ryan that I couldn’t wait to watch him lose his hair cause, you see, it was already receding a bit and both of our grandfathers on each side of the family were bald. So I told him, “It’s going to hit you directly in the head.” I am a bit of a stinker and picking on Ryan was a part of my daily activity. Now he didn’t hold back any, he dished it out as much as he took it. But that was the fun of having a sibling. It’s funny the things we remember.
Ryan and I were 21 months apart, the same as Nicole and I. Being pretty close in age, and being the two youngest grandchildren, we were sometimes two peas in a pod. With his blonde hair and blue eyes, we looked nothing alike. He was a bit more reserved and quiet compared to me, but he was just as much of a stinker as I was. My sister was the law abiding, strict, tattle tale that we would keep things from. Ryan and I would brag to each other about things we got away with, things mom, dad and Nicole didn’t know. We were never bad kids, truly we weren’t, but we did enjoy life with harmless, stupid fun.
I remember I couldn’t wait for Ryan’s 21st birthday celebration. I was really excited to take him out. We had a great time going around to the local bars in Greensburg not getting drunk or stupid, but really enjoying the evening.
Ryan was a great guy not just because he was my brother, but because he was a very sincere person, alike like Kyle. He may have been my little brother, but he sometimes acted like a big brother. Of course being six foot tall at my five foot six inches did give him the appearance of a big brother.
We had a typical family. Not perfect, just typical. We fought as kids growing up, but there was never ever a question of being there for each other when needed.
Ryan was a smart guy- great with mechanics. He was not only a hard worker, and I mean manual labor, but he had business sense. He was like my pap, whereas they had too much heart, if you know what I mean. They were too nice, if that’s possible. Regardless, it made him who he was.
I could go on and on about Ryan, stories after stories, but I really just wanted to wish him a Happy Birthday! More for me than him, but I think it’s good for Kyle to get to know his dad.
Do you have a story about Ryan? If so and you would like to share it with Kyle or any member of the family, I would love to hear from you. In fact, I will create a page dedicated to Ryan’s life so anyone can add stories as it strikes your fancy.