I've been in denial for the past 24 hours. Had a bout of gnarly food poisoning over the weekend and woke up to this news about Ryan yesterday. Felt like I was in a daze for the rest of the day, continued to do work from home while occasionally taking time to peer at gaming-related websites in some fruitless attempt to find some kind of confirmation that this terrible news was, in fact, a hoax. Didn't get it. Went on with the rest of my day.
Later that night, my wife saw me rewatching some of my favorite Quick Looks with Ryan and she asked me why I looked so sullen. I began to casually mention how one of the commentators, a personality I followed since college, passed away earlier in the day, but then I kind of stopped mid-sentence. Before I knew it, I was choking up and tears were streaming down my face.
After I calmed myself down and explained why Ryan's passing was such a loss, my wife simply nodded and squeezed my shoulder a few times in support. I think after all of my ramblings, she had some difficulty understanding why I was so broken up. However, in some way, I also think that there's some rare beauty to be found in why so many of us find it difficult to quantify the pain of Ryan's death in terms that can be understood by people who do not follow gaming media, and more specifically, the Bombcast.
Ryan was that rare charismatic, endearing, and inexplicably likable type of person who are all the richer for having in our lives. I may not have known him personally, but I can count the times where I looked forward to my 1.5 hour-long commute after a long day's work because I had a fresh Bombcast downloaded onto my phone.
RIP, Ryan. From one member of a community who never met you yet loved and cherished what you and your friends did, we already miss the hell out of you.