Ryan's Story
Larry Megale • September 16, 2019
Ryan had so much passion for life. Ryan always had a smile on his face, and his laugh could make anyone smile when sad mad or down and out. Here is just a little introduction about my son Ryan Hunter Marcey.
January 9 th 1987 was the most amazing day, my precious baby boy Ryan Hunter Marcey arrived into the world. He was six weeks premature he was 5lbs a little sack of sugar. He was a 10 on the Apgar scale, very strong and healthy. When I first looked into Ryan’s eye’s my heart just melted. I never knew you could feel that kind of love, a mother’s love for her child there is nothing like it. No one will or ever take that love away from me. I called Ryan my miracle baby as earlier in my pregnancy I lost Ryan’s twin. They were in two separate sacks. I just could not believe when Ryan came out so
beautiful and healthy he took my breath away.
Ryan started playing T-Ball when he was 5 years old and continued playing baseball until he was 14 years old. He was
a pitcher & his love for baseball & sports was all he thought about. Ryan new every player’s name every team in sports from Baseball, football, hockey, basketball and all the stats. Ryan new more than my husband did about sports, Boy Do I Miss The Arguing On Sunday’s with Ryan and my Husband. Ryan was a diehard Redskin fan & watched every game with our family unless he went to the Redskin game. Ryan graduated from Westfield High School in 2006. He then transferred to New River College where he pursued his education in marketing & event planning. Ryan continued his passion for event planning & Marketing. Ryan was born a people person and did a wonderful job at it.
Ryan seemed to always make friends where ever he went. Ryan had hundreds of friends and I mean hundreds of friends. Even people that didn’t like him ended up being friends with Ryan because that’s the kind of person Ryan was. Ryan was always there for anyone that needed him at any time.
Now as morning arises every day it is such a struggle to get out of bed and go to work. Trying to act normal and pleasant so I can keep my job. It is a constant battle pushing myself to be around friends and family. Inside my head I am screaming MY SON IS DEAD!! The unbearable pain that will never go away, and the heartache that will always be with me. I am so terrified now I cling to my daughter Briana the only child we have left. Every time she leaves the house I have so much fear in me that Briana won’t return. I pray to God day and night to please just wake me up from this horrible nightmare.
