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Nice post Bloo. In my mind its a no brainer...it would be the kid. There will always be fish in sea, but you can never go back and make up lost time.
I don't want to hijack this thread, but here is something I posted last week on a few other sites. ........ Bloo I don't think a 70# could change my mind.
as written 8/6/04..................
Ryan’s Lyin’. That is the name of my boat. But it wasn’t always named that.
The “Lyin” is a play on words for Lion, as it was named after someone who had the courage of one. “Lyin’? Because we prayed endlessly that it wasn’t true.
Tomorrow, my wife and two daughters will observe the five year anniversary of the passing of our son. Ryan passed away on August 7, 1999 from complications from a mitochondria disorder, which in laymen’s terms is our energy producing system. He was 15 days short of his first birthday.
If you had asked me six years ago, right after Ryan was born, I would have told you I was the luckiest man alive. I always wanted to have a family, and now ours was complete; two beautiful girls and finally a son - a rather handsome one - to even things up around the house. I was on cloud nine the day Ryan was born, but was soon brought back down to earth in the months that followed as we searched for a diagnosis, treatment, answers, and support.
Yes losing a child is one of the hardest things to endure. At the time, I didn’t know how we could possibly bounce back. But we have. And while it has come to be almost a cliché, it is true what they say, an event like this really puts things in perspective. Now, when the car breaks down or when things aren’t going quite right, it doesn’t seem all that bad.
The day before Ryan passed away I wrote “Ryan’s Rock” a tribute to the little guy that I posted on another fishing website. Tim Coleman published Ryan’s Rock in the Fisherman Magazine and a few other fishing websites carry it in their article sections. When I wrote Ryan’s Rock, I was in a desperate battle against time that I knew we were going to lose. At the time I wanted to tell the whole world about our Ryan; for we were about to lose a young man that the world would never come to know. Where better than a group of people that share the love of this sport we call fishing could I find a safer harbor to share my frustration and desperation? And I was right, the support we got from the fishing community, people I really didn’t know other than a screen name, was incredible.
And today I do not ask for sympathy. My intent, just as it was back then, is to let a piece of the world know about a young man named Ryan.
I think tomorrow morning I will wake up at 3:00 a.m. and take the hour drive down to Old Saybrook. The tides are right. I may leave my boat “Ryan’s Lyin” home for this trip and go back to my surfcasting roots…back to a time when my family was just a wish attached to the tail of a late-night falling star I saw while fishing. I’m going to wade out onto the jetty and perch myself up on Ryan’s Rock and cast eels into the night.
As I wrote five years ago today, if you’re fishing tonight, look up to the heavens and say a prayer for Ryan. You will catch more fish!
Oh, and while today I may not be the luckiest man alive, I will tell you I am the second luckiest. And that ain’t so bad.
May god bless you Ryan my son.
Gary Kulik
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