Ryan would have been 32 years old today.  Instead, he lies cold in the ground while his killers still breathe.  There are no words to describe how it feels to live with the loss of your son or daughter and the only ones who can truly understand are those who have lost their own.  

Another year has gone by and Ryan has received no justice for what was done to him.

On July 1, Robert, Hannah and I were in an auto accident with my 2002 Montana.  Thankfully we are mostly okay, but the van is totaled.  It is sad for me because I drove Ryan, Sarah, and my newborn granddaughter Hannah home from the hospital in that van in 2004.  I miss the days when Ryan rode with me and  the conversations and trivia games we played while traveling in it.  Over the past 9 years  while driving alone, I sometimes felt like he was still sitting there beside me.  Losing the van, in some ways, feels like I've lost yet another connection to him.  

Life shouldn't be like this.  Ryan wasn't perfect, but he didn't deserve to die brutally at the hands of criminals.  With his life ebbing away, he worried that the friend he borrowed the shirt he was wearing from would be upset that it was now soaked in his blood.  That's the way he often was, concerned about others.

As far as I know, nothing new has come in on his death and I don't know that Carbondale police have actively worked on his case in the past year, but they assure me his case hasn't been forgotten.  SOMEONE must have the evidence we need to get his case resolved.  I wish they would step forward.