Well… my dear “hubby” made the mistake of taking a nap today and while I may not have Ken’s self-proclaimed humor gene or quick wit, I do know how to get around on a computer. And where he is ingenious at creating scientifically balanced food for Ryan, he can talk to doctors like a fellow colleague, he can address a court like a lawyer, he can write like an author, he lacks in the creativity of picking a secret password.
SO….my turn to write. I would like to above all provide my heartfelt thanks to everyone for their support, love, and prayers for Ryan. I could have never imagined the outpouring of support from our family, friends, neighbors, prayer warriors, MOTNC, co-workers, WVU, Morgantown, and Ashburn communities and all the new friends we met along the way. You help me get up each day and let me believe there are a lot of wonderful people in the world.
As you can imagine…. I struggle desperately with trying to understand why this happened. How could there be such evil in the world? Every day, over and over, my mind plays Ryan trying to back away and getting run down. Then the beating, the brutal beating. Then the call…”your son was found unresponsive in a parking lot…” Why? Why? How could men have such hatred in their hearts that they would brutally attack a total stranger and leave him to die? I also struggle with their parents and families. What is wrong with you? How do you not have the civility to even reach out to see how my son is doing? He was running from your son. He didn’t know your son. He never touched your son! Yes, it’s been 15 months, 15 months! And you still have not reached out. None of you! Honestly it scares me. If you live near these people, work with them or cross their paths…stay away. They have no conscience, no ethics, no sense of right or wrong. They also take no responsibility for their actions. We have not received one penny from them. With the hundreds of thousands of dollars that have went towards Ryan’s care, they have not sent a single cent. Not even the court ordered amount. Please help me to understand. I guess one of the truest comments I saw Ken write was that he was glad we are Ryan’s parents and not the May or Vantrease parents. I agree whole heartedly! While I am in pain, I am proud of my son and family!
“I know God will not give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish he didn’t trust me so much” -Mother Teresa
I miss Ryan. I miss Ryan terribly. Hearing a Kenny Chesney song makes me cry. Sports Center makes me cry. Redskin games make me cry (ok…they make all of us cry). Every little thing reminds me of Ryan. Ryan…my “boy”. While I wouldn’t call him (at least in public) a momma’s boy, in my heart he will always be mine. We are amazingly close. My heart is breaking. I miss Ryan! We used to talk, text, and i-chat, all the time. Over the summer and on breaks, he would always (yes, always) come in to see me when he would come home from hanging out with his friends. This was often past midnight and many times at 2 or 3 in the morning. But he would stop in to wake me, make me get up, and we would talk and laugh. He always had a story to tell me. It could have been something he and friends were doing, the latest recruit WVU was considering or checking in on whether Kari was keeping her grades up so she could get in to WVU. This was our time… our special time. I miss Ryan so badly. So badly…
“Rise above the storm and you will find the sunshine” – Mario Fernandez
My sunshine is my “sweet, sweet girl”, Kari. I just love her so much. She is a ray of sunshine. She makes me smile when she walks in the room. She has the best heart. I’ll never forget the call she made to me in tears a few weeks ago at about 1 in the morning from WVU. She was telling me how she bought a homeless man a couple hot dogs and how much he appreciated it. She was so concerned for him. A stranger she didn’t know, but who was hungry. While, as a mom, worried about her talking to a stranger, I understood the depth of her concern for him and her wanting to make sure he was okay. That’s my Kari and I love her so much!
Why do men need instant replay on TV sports?
Because after 30 seconds they forget what happened.
My hubby…what can I say. Yes, he’s the typical man. His idea of a fancy restaurant is one with large screen TV’s. He can’t wash clothes, well, he can…but he doesn’t understand the concept of sorting the clothes. Why can’t you wash a silk shirt with jeans and some towels? He doesn’t understand you don’t joke about certain topics with a reporter (enough said). But, my husband of nearly 25 years is a remarkable man and the love of my life. I truly don’t know what I would do without him. I would go on, but you all know my husband, and it WOULD go to his head!
Well…speaking of Ken, he is starting to stir so I am going to post this. We’ll see how long it takes him to notice my post and how long until he comes up with a new password!
Thank you again to everyone for keeping the hope alive for RYAN!
All my love… Sue (the “Wife”)