I miss you. Every day I miss hearing your voice. I am sitting in my house alone as I write this and I just hoped you would have been able to see how far I have come. Nobody knew that your visit to me would end like this. I am constantly thinking what may have been different had you not come to visit me that day. Would you still be here? Would you have eventually made your way down here and we could have been together? I'm sorry that I could not get this done sooner. While I struggle to have faith in the existance of Heaven, I pray that if it is what it's made out to be; that you are there. I know you loved the Lord but I find myself often doubting His existance, or at least whether the love is really there. With so much evil, hate, death, and loss in this world; why is it allowed to continue? I am just so weay of it all and I want to believe that in some way you are able to see me. Because right now, I can't see you. I only can see what was you. I can only see what it used to be. I don't regret the things I've done. I regret the things I didn't do when I had the chance. Thank you for being there for me. I love you, mom.

Lori Ryan Obituary (Charles Step Funeral Home)

Ryan Masters