Ive known Ryan since I was 17. My best friend Will told our circle of friends his cousin was coming to live with him. The day we all met him was at B-dubs. And I thought what a weird creepy kinda perverted dude. But that creepy pervy dude stole my heart and in a matter of days we were 2 peas in a pod.
When my bf at the time left for basic training, Ryan was there on my den couch every night and day. He was my support system and was always there when I needed him. When Matt came home, I pretty much spent the whole summer at Will and Ryans house. We had bon fires every night and were counting the days until we could go to college in August.
I got my license, Ryan drove around with me everywhere until my confidence was higher. I always called him my co-pilot. I always felt safe driving with him in the car. For my 18th Birthday he got me tickets to see my bucket list bands Motley Crue and Godsmack at Cruefest 2. Then surprised me by taking me to my first ever sonic. It was one of the best days of my life.
Ryan couldn't stand it when someone wasn't happy. He made it his personal mission to make them smile. If you looked down, He would walk up to you poke your nose and say "smile button!!!" and boom you were smiling and laughing.
Some mornings Id wake up to him sneaking in my room and jumping on my bed screaming WAKE UPP!!!!!! And wed start our days adventure. If I called him at 2am crying he'd be over in 15 mins so I could cry myself to sleep on his shoulder. Even if I woke him up hed get in his car and come comfort me.
He loved my cat Molly and she adored him as well.
In November 2009, Ryan decided to join the Air Force. I was so proud of him. All he wanted to do was become a pilot and fly. He found his dream and went after it. But after all the testing he was told he couldnt fly so he became a crew chief instead. The night before he left for basic we had a huge party and in the morning when he left I stood there holding him crying because I knew I wouldn't see him for a long time. Then I got sick. It was 13 Months before I saw him again. But the whole time I was sick he was calling and texting making sure I was okay. When he came home on leave, I was at his house that night and ran into the house and into his arms. We both cried and and held each other. Then we watched movies all night and fell asleep on our favorite couch. After 3 days I had to leave. Marcus came to pick me up and Ryan picked me up in a good bye hug. Rubbed his painful stubble all over my face and kissed my whole face and said ill see you soon.
But soon never came. He didnt get another leave and I was still dealing with post cancer issues. Then This year on Super bowl Sunday Ryan was killed at 11:03am. When I got the news from his sobbing aunt I lost it. I threw up, I screamed, I cried, i stopped eating until marcus forced food down my throat. My Best friend was gone and he wasnt coming back. His death was 100% avoidable and labeled by the cops as "reckless vehicular homicide"
I think about him everyday. Not only was he an amazing friend, but he was my a big brother as well. And I would do anything just to hug him one last time and tell him how much I love him and how much his friendship truly means to me. It really feels like a part of me is missing. And I cant wait for the day That I get to see him again. My next tattoo belongs to him and I wish he could see it when I get it.