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12
Jul
25

We love you Ryan

Four years. It is a long time. Longer for some than others. Many of you that read my words understand exactly why I pick that amount of time. Yesterday we got the answer we wanted and like all of you I wasn’t surprised when I heard the word “Guilty”. In fact I felt a large weight come off me as I realized that a part of the nightmare is over. I hope all of you join me today to say a prayer for the Cooper family and all of his friends that miss him every single day. They’ve earned your respect and thoughts many times over.

I don’t want to talk much about the trial because in my opinion she is over. No more thoughts in my head about her as she goes into a dark hole in a prison someplace to live out her days alone. I understand a life sentence. I got one on April 1st, 2002 when I was paralyzed after making a stupid decision to ride a motorcycle I wasn’t qualified to be on. This blog isn’t about me, but I have a point to make so please be patient. It is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with and most likely will be, but I didn’t and don’t have to do it alone. I was blessed to have family and friends “walk” beside me every step of the way for the last 23 years and without them this life sentence would be truly unbearable.

When Karina murdered Ryan (I won’t type that phrase again ever) she also murdered her relationship with the world. Now she is alone. I take comfort in that thought. She might get a visitor someday, but all of us carry on enjoying a beautiful world, and getting to enjoy the AMAZING children she abandoned for incredibly stupid and selfish reasons. I’ve gotten to know one of them fairly well and he is such an awesome human and truly a strong young man. I call her stupid because how could she not see the amazing blessings she had right in front of her and foolishly threw them out for what?? A dark lonely cell for the rest of her life. Only someone with true evil in their heart could make such a decision and now we can forget all about her.

Please join me in remembering Ryan Cooper as he would want us to. Please block out the evidence of a trial and think about the smiling man with a cold Busch Light in his hand. A lifetime member of the Busch Light Brotherhood that none of us will forget. Please join me in committing to taking care of the children that so unfairly had their lives turned into chaos thru NO FAULT of their own. We will keep Ryan’s memory alive by telling them the stories and memories we have of him as they grow up so that we can remind them daily at how many people on this Earth truly loved their father. It is important we do this.

Please join me in saying a prayer for Aaron and Heather (sometimes known as Ashley – inside joke) who rose to the challenge without hesitation to take care of Ryans family. Many people say they would, but words are meaningless. The language of actions is all that matters in life and A-A Ron (couldn’t resist) stepped up in the most amazing ways imaginable. He is a hero in my book and everything that came out in the trial proved it beyond a reasonable doubt to me.

We have another trial to go thru, but just maybe that dipshit will grow a pair and simply plead guilty like the “egg donor” should have. Sorry (not really) that is mean, but I still have the anger in me even if I try real hard to take the high road. I’ve wanted to write about this for a while and I’m not sure why I haven’t. My only thinking was I honestly didn’t know if I had the words in me, but they are pouring out this AM with ease. I guess I just had to get started. I urge many of you to talk about Ryan often. I know it hurts, but it is important to not let PAIN/EVIL win and make the effort to let JOY come thru. Remember the good times and only let the bad ones live in that cold dark cell she will spend eternity in.

We are the light. We are the joy. All of us together make the world special and beautiful.

Busch Light Brotherhood for life. We love you Ryan Cooper. We will not forget. Ever.

FknBucky

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07
Jul
24

The light (the dark -part 2)

Yesterday I talked about being the “dark”, a place that I go alone when I’m angry and feel cheated by life. Truth is I’m not cheated by anything. I chose to ride a motorcycle 22 years ago in horrible conditions when I wasn’t experienced enough to be doing so which resulted in me wrecking and becoming paralyzed. I pay for that decision 24/7 – 365 and will do so for the rest of my life no matter what happens. Prison isn’t even that harsh, my sentence was instant with no jury, and I have zero chance at parole. I accept all of that because it simply is the reality I have.

I didn’t plan to say all that, but it just came out. I just type what my brain thinks and that that is what you get to read when I post these. When I’m in the “dark” as I call it I don’t spend the time sitting in a corner feeling sorry for myself. I simply can’t and you shouldn’t either. I work. I spent time cleaning my bedroom, bathroom, and living room this past weekend while being very aware of how much time I was up in my wheelchair. The pressure sore dictates that, but I also swapped out my cushion for a heavier, but much better one for skin care which I should have done 4 weeks ago, but I never thought about it. Again I accept responsibility for the problems I face.

Blaming nurses, doctors, or the hospital in my case only leads to anger and frustration which makes solving my hardship nearly impossible. You can always find someone to point the finger at. How many problems do you solve while angry??? Well besides silencing a crap talker. Man I miss punching deserving people in the face. You can also go to a punk rock shows for 2 hours of mosh pit madness to release a lot of aggression. One time we actually fought the band once at the Ogden in Denver. That was an awesome show I saw with two Daves, a Skot, and Uncle John Jameson. Anyway. Violence is bad or something.

Here is the ultimate point. Do something. Keep moving no matter how slow it is. I fixed my wheelchair while in bed leaning to the side staying off my skin. I could have been crying, cursing (still was just at the chair instead of God and Big Bang Theory), or trying to ruin other people’s weekend because I was having a hard time. That would have been completely pointless and stupid. I have wanted to fix a bracket on my chair for months, but couldn’t find or make the time. It took me HOURS, but I finally got it perfect and makes I’m so darn happy. I didn’t plan that. It just became because I just kept doing.

The light doesn’t just show up. Nope. There is always work involved. Luckily I learned as a kid that work was good, setbacks are normal, and I had to rely on myself before crying to others. If you work even a tiny tiny bit the light will come. The strength will come. Each time the strength grows. The confidence grows. The happiness grows. Wait for it….. YOU GROW!!

FknBucky

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