I happened to get to know a young man at the Union Gospel Mission during my year of homelessness.
Ryan stood out like a sore thumb.with his big build and unruly shock of red hair. Always quiet and respectful
we'd ponder our plight and those around us. Very intelligent working on a Chemistry degree - he really didn't hang with many of us.
Another individual Graham had a problem with downers..and it was our concern that he wouldn't wake up one morning.

Ryan had the same problem.
I was told this morning by my friend Joe that Ryan didn't wake up this morning.
He suffered an overdose.
What can I say? If I'd still been around would he be here today?
You can't do that. What if's don't count..

I would call him Doctor Ryan..a play off a character from a Tom Clancy movie.
Seeing him in his comings and goings I would shout "Doctor Ryan!!" He'd turn my way and wave..with that big smile..

Time to say good night Doctor Ryan..you were a good friend. You will be remembered.
My time to cry..and move on.