R.I.P. Ryan

Well, where do I start. I guess the facts would help all to understand what happened. My step dad has a stepson from previous marriage that he has raised every since he was a little tot. Last night I received a phone call from my mother. Hearing the doubt in her voice, just tells me it is not going to be good. My "step-brother" died last night. He was out riding his motorcycle when a lady in a vehicle decided to do an illegal u-turn and pulled out in front of Ryan. Ryan t-boned the lady practically cutting her car in half with his motorcycle. He was being life lined to another hospital, not expecting to make it to the hospital alive. This morning I received a phone call from my mom, they had just identified his body (not by face but by tattoos) this morning. Ryan is gone. He has a family of two small children who have been left behind.

Honestly, I had no idea last night when I received the call how I would react if he died. Well as I was standing in the church nursery, searching for my voice, trying to show my strength, the tears began to flow. I completely lost it. Ryan and I use to hang out whenever I would come and visit my mom when I was little. Though we did not always get along, we did have some good times. He always called me Kimmy, not too many people call me that (I can count on my hand). I remember one summer going outside and trying to learn to play basketball and football with Ryan. Early mornings of getting up to watch morning cartoons together before our parents woke up.

This just shows how precious life is. My husband had said something as we were sitting in the pastors office after the news this morning that really hit home. He said it is interesting how cheap life is to those people who commit suicide and how much some people just wish to have life again. I always say that I love that I woke up this morning to live a new day. I don't ever want to take that for granite.

I ask now as my family is dealing with this loss that you would pray for them, there will be a lot of decisions to make. I just pray that this will be God's time to intervene in relationships.