Lloyd Ryan

 

Dear Frenchie,

I attended Lloyd’s funeral today. I don’t think I have ever been to a memorial where so many people laughed and smiled.

Lloyd was such a wonderful example to everyone who knew him. His brother spoke about how he worked at the hospital for more than thirty years. When Banner took over and introduced new policies, Lloyd didn’t like the changes, so he quit. You know as well as I do how difficult major changes in routine can be for someone on the spectrum. Good for him—he knew what worked for him and stayed true to himself.

He lived in the same ward for sixty-eight years. It was amazing to hear how many lives he touched and how much happiness he brought to others. He was never late for work, never missed a day, and followed the same routine each and every day.

They said he didn’t spend much of the money he earned; he saved it. I found myself wondering what he was saving it for. You did that too. You worked so hard and rarely enjoyed the money you made, except when we traveled together. I am so grateful for those vacations and the memories we created.

I would be amazed if anyone walked away from Lloyd’s funeral without wanting to become a better person. His life was quiet and consistent, yet his influence reached so many people.

I know how much you loved your family, so today I felt as though I was there representing you. I was surprised that no one else from your family attended. I called Kurt on my way home and felt terrible when I realized he hadn’t known that Lloyd had passed away. Raylani and Doran didn’t know either.

Even with the sadness, it was a good day—a day filled with laughter, memories, and a reminder that a simple life lived with kindness and dedication can leave a lasting impression.

I love you, Babe, and I miss you.