For life in the present there is no death. Death is not an event in life.
It is not a fact in the world.WittgensteinThis memorial website was created to remember our dearest Ryan Michael Grady who was born in United States Indianapolis, IN on April 19, 1977 and passed away on September 14, 2002. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.
Ryan's Eulogy (Breanne):
To Ryan—
I would be proud just to have known Ryan.
But I’m so grateful to be his sister.
Everyone will remember so much of him fondly.
As we grew older, we got to know each other and even if it was never communicated, I know we understood each other.
Ryan was one of the good guys who always looked out for the little guy.
At Halloween, Ryan would pick out the ugliest pumpkin in the patch because he felt sorry for it.
He would take in stray animals to give them food, and he would tell you about a cool breed of lizard he’d seen on Animal Planet.
He was always explaining new things he had learned and new books he had read, so eager was he to share all of himself with others.
When it came to politics, you couldn’t get him to stop talking because he was so excited at the chance to challenge you in debate or simply find out where you stood on any political matter.
His m.o. was to call you on a random night in the week (it was always random), make the small talk, but mostly, discuss topics that were important to him.
Without fail, he would tell you precisely why you were so wrong and he was so right.
Everyone will miss these talks with him sorely.
Everyone will miss his jokes and never-missed opportunities to tease you.
Everyone will miss him period.
Ryan was so focused on the greater meaning to things.
His love of country music is proof that he always cared about examining the heart of every matter.
The most intrinsic part of Ryan’s nature was that he wanted the best for everyone and had the intuition to see what people needed or lacked, offering his advice to resolve any situation.
He genuinely wanted others to be happy and I can’t think of anything nobler than that.
Ryan’s love was unconditional and went the distance for his family, his friends, and people in general.
I see Ryan as a boy laughing and playing with his Star Wars Ewok village.
I see Ryan as a teenager, always the life of any party.
I see Ryan, the son, play-wrestling with Dad and affectionately teasing Mom.
I see Ryan, the brother, sincerely loving and looking out for his younger sisters, telling them to be proud and stand tall.
I see Ryan, the man, kissing Jenny on the cheek in Mom’s kitchen shortly after Hayden was born.
I want everyone to celebrate Ryan’s essence, today and everyday.
We are all so blessed to have known him, loved him, and be loved by him in return.
Never will I know a bigger and truer heart.
Love for all eternity, your sister,
BB
See memories for more readings at Ryan's funeral service.
