Today especially i feel like ryan has been trying to get my attention..or at least thats what my roommate said. i have had my ipod on shuffle for a while now and as i was driving past the Dimple records on Arden i remembered the day Ryan asked me to join him (and 2 giant slurpees) to stand in a HUGE line to get our Hoobastank albums signed and hear them play an acoustic show..i know this wasnt his favorite music, but..he knew i had been talking about them so much at that point and i was sooooo excited to have a great friend to go with. right after i passed dimple, the acoustic Hoobastank song came on my ipod (that was still on shuffle)..so i cried for a while..then i was in Crossroads just getting some retail therapy in, and so many women's clothes were on the floor and i remember the day i was talking to Ryan not very long after he started working at Ross and he told me that womens clothing needed to be re-designed for the sole purposes of staying on hangers better. He said that they were created to fall off hangers so he would have a job, so in a sense he should be grateful...but was still annoyed at having to pick up the same shirt off the floor a million times. i think of that every time my shirt falls off the hanger..then on the radio in the store came Mrs. Robinson...the one and only song that Ryan sang on every occasion we were together...but changed the lyrics to "heres to you Amber Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know..." and i just loved that..along with may other, most-likely coincidental events, i feel just that much closer to Ryan on his birthday. What an amazing man. This is a picture of the tattoo i had done on honor of Ryan and his sacrifice. I had it done on my forearm to remind me to donate blood as much as I can, the design of the heart is for obvious reasons, and the eye in the center is for his own donation of sight to a lucky woman...what selflesness he has displayed.