Monday, January 22, 2018
Words cannot express my deep sadness at the passing of John Ryan, known to me all my life as Mr. Ryan but in my heart as near-family (like Betty and all of the "Ryan kids"). Growing up next door, I have fond memories of always being welcome to treat the Ryan home--and my own--as our collective playground, and of Mr. R's hearty laughter, love for his family and for "the game" (depending on the season), and his tolerance of my father's joking phone calls about discussing the property line immediately preceding a World Series game or Super Bowl. I hope that the family can take comfort in knowing that John is now whole once again, patiently waiting to prepare a place for us, and perhaps raising a welcoming toast with all those who have gone before him. Rest in peace, good and faithful servant.
