A message from his sister, Kari:
Ryan, I can’t find the right words to say right now without the risk of writing forever… but what I can say is:
You should be here… with us. You deserved better from this world.
We should be laughing and celebrating your birthday together right now. Not sitting by your grave.
Happy birthday in heaven, Ryan. You would have been 30 today. We love you more than words will ever be able to describe. Love never ends. And neither will your story. You always wanted to change the world and you did it.
You did it, Ry.
A message from Ken:
I never imagined spending my son’s birthday like this. At his grave.
Ryan would have turned thirty. Really though, he died as a 20-year old. The night when his essence was mercilessly beaten out of him. The last 10 years were little more than physically existing.
Life is so much more than a beating heart.
To me, Ryan is eternally twenty years old. Mere weeks beyond being a teenager. Over the past decade, I struggled — and failed — in coming to grips with this. Honestly, I suppose I never will.
The contrast couldn’t be starker than this exact day thirty years ago, September 21, 1989. This birthday hurts like unholy hell.
I promise, there will be hell to pay.
Ryan’s story doesn’t end. Not here. Not now, Not ever. I won’t allow it.
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