By HeavyDuty32 0 Comments
Though I am surprised to see this is not actually my first blog post, it is very close. I hadn't planned on writing anything, but it's 2:00 AM here and I can't sleep, since I have "Get Lucky" playing on a loop and my eyes hurt, so I've decided to write down some thoughts about Ryan. This will be somewhat stream of consciousness, so I apologize in advance if I ramble.
Ryan was a great man. I know that sounds cliched, but it's true, so whatever. I only met him a few times, but he was one of the kindest, most lovable people I have ever met. He just had a sort of magnetic happiness around him. The man could make you feel like he was one of your oldest friends, even if you had never even been in the same room before. As I said, I met him a few times, and I don't know if he even actually remembered me, but he just seemed genuinely happy to see me each and every time. During a meetup I asked him what beer I should get. He said there was a local brew he was drinking that was very good. After he described it I said it sounded good, so he decided to just give me the one he had so I could drink it. Hell, another time, it was the second or third time I'd met him, I can't remember, but we were all in a small bar in Boston. It was the Thursday leading into PAX, and I had foolishly neglected to eat all day. As such, I had a pretty terrible headache. I was just some quiet dude off to the side with his head half rested down on the bar, but Ryan turned to me to see if I was alright and it felt like he was truly concerned for my personal well being more than anything at that moment. When I said I hadn't eaten, he even gave me some leftover dessert stuffs he had from somewhere else (since this bar didn't serve food). The man just seemed to feel most at home giving to others, a sentiment you don't see much of these days, I fear.
I know I didn't know Ryan that well personally, only meeting him 1 or 2 times a year for the last few years, thanks to PAXes. However, throughout the past few years, the miracle of the internet has allowed all of us to watch and listen to him and the entire GiantBomb staff for several hours every week, both with recorded content and live broadcasts. Through so much exposure, coupled with the fact that Ryan was probably the most genuine and sincere person in existence, we as fans come to at least feel as though we know these people, more than any traditional "celebrity" in previous eras. Also, being such a kind and sincere person, I had never really realized it before but Ryan has become one of my role models through my personal interactions with him. With all these things, when I found out early this morning that he had passed I found myself experiencing confusion and an odd melancholy. Later on this afternoon, these feelings turned into a true, piercing sadness, and finally I truly, deeply cried for the first time in eight years, something I have done a few more times this evening.
While nothing good really comes from tragedy, despite what the Lifetime Movie Network or whoever the hell would have you believe, sometimes it can help us see some good that might have been there all along. As we all mourn the loss of this giant of personality, let us remember that we are in fact "us". This community is strong and good hearted, despite what most believe of the internet. Hopefully we can all stay strong together, community members and staffers, forum folks and wiki contributors, mods and........people who are not mods.
Ryan can never be replaced, and he can never be forgotten. Let's all remember him together. Pour one out.