This memorial website was created in loving memory of our son, Ryan O'Connor who was born in Australia on October 25, 2005 and passed away on December 22, 2007 at the age of 2. Forever in our hearts.
Ryan loved so many things. Trucks were definitely a highlight in his life. Every trip to the shops, the park, the library would invoke excited cheers from the back seat “Look, truck, truck!” This would continue on until he reached his destination with the occasional cry out of “bus, bus!” At these times we were very thankful we didn't live in a large city.
Music was a large part of Ryan’s life. The Wiggles were his major influence. So much so, they were the first thing he thought of when he woke in the morning. He would turn up at my bedside, grabbing my hand, saying “Wiggles, Wiggles, come on Mummy”. Eventually coaxing me out to the lounge room where he would sit patiently on the lounge waiting for me to get the T.V going. On seeing and hearing the familiar show, loud “Hoorays!” would erupt.
Ryan made friends easily….even though he often led them astray. A friend's son, Shane quickly became his partner in crime. Like the time Shane's father came home from work at 2am, looking forward to a hot shower only to discover there was no hot water because Ryan and Shane had snuck around to the hot water service sometime through the day and turned it off. Another time, he went to his garage and found his motorbike covered in greasy slimy peanut butter finger prints….now I wonder who was responsible for that?
The library was another highlight of his life. Every Wednesday Nanma would take both him and Tegan (Ryan's older sister) for story time. Every session would begin the same, with his favourite song – the Wiggly Woo. As soon as the music began Ryan would dance about excitedly. His dance moves were highly original and he would sing at the top of his lungs – despite really only knowing the chorus. It was very entertaining to watch and the end of the song always came too soon.
Ryan took after his father when it came to food….overly fussy. If you tried to offer him anything other than big biscuits with cheese, fish fingers, Nuggets, Yoghurt or Fruit – it quickly became a projectile missile or his latest art creation all over the table.
Waiting for the toast to pop was one of his favourite things. Counting 1,2,3…POP over and over again…and when it finally did POP there would come a cheer of “I did it!” Who would have thought that cooking toast could be so much fun!
Ryan never knew a day without love. His open-mouthed, spontaneous laughter reflected the joy he saw in everything. It was genuine, infectious, and was a beautiful thing to hear.
He was such a strong, sturdy boy, with his mother’s mouth, and his father’s eyelashes, that only the boys seem to get. Many a time he would trip and fall and all who saw would be waiting for the tears to come - but not Ryan. Up to his feet he would spring, barely slowing down at all. He would be more concerned about the dirt on his hands than the blood from the graze on his knee.
Ryan never missed a chance to get his hands dirty though. If dad was working on the car, putting a table together, fixing an electrical appliance – there would be Ryan. Watching on in wonder and passing dad tools, nails, nuts and bolts which he believed would fix the problem. He would return inside afterwards with a look of accomplishment on his face, telling me “he did it!”
In the short time Ryan was with us, he has taught so much to so many people. I wish that everybody could look at the world through the eyes of Ryan. Accept each other, be compassionate and kind, enjoy the moment you are in. Dance like no one is watching, sing - even though you don’t know the words, and if you fall down….get up and keep on walking.
God created the heavens and the wind in the trees,
He gave us sun in the morning and the big bumblebees
After all of this beauty, God kept on tryin'
So he created an angel and named him Ryan.
Ryan came to us one day in October,
A bright bonnie baby we'd always remember.
This little one wanted so much to live,
No one could imagine how much he would give.
This small little angel showed us a way,
To find the joy of living each and every day.
Forever our lives were never the same,
Filling up days with laughter and games.
A few favourite things this angel had too,
Like corn thins, chippies and cold Mountain Dew.
He had only one speed and that was flat out,
Loved calling out "Truck!" when traveling about.
This angel named Ryan, so loved you could see,
by Mummy, Daddy and his whole family.
He thrived and he grew beyond expectation,
This work of the heart, God's lovely creation.
Then as God planned, he called Ryan home,
But he promised the family they were never alone.
See, love is a spirit that grows within you,
as we live every hour, we remember him too.
Though we can't kiss him or caress his sweet face,
We can still one day see him in a beautiful place.
Where all children are happy and angels abound
This is where our little Ryan is found.
Living on earth just won't be the same,
Without our little angel, Ryan's his name.
Some day we'll find him, when it's our name God calls,
With cheese on his face and singing Wiggles.