James Ryan Smith
I finally realized that I'm not a permanent person in anyone's chapter but I can assure you I'll be the best temporary person you've ever met. I stay longer than I should I love harder than what's returned I give pieces of myself knowing I won't get them back. And when I leave, it's never because I wanted to it's because I finally understood I was only meant to be remembered not kept.
Ryan was born on November 8th 1986 at Tampa general hospital. He grew up riding 3 wheelers, 4 wheelers, fast women, fast cars and fast trucks, chasing cows and women. Ryan was loyal to those he loved, he was my body guard and my soul, Ryan never 1 time wavered from his mom. My son never stopped learning trades, he shot his first cow when he was 8 years old and learned to skin them in no time. By 10 he was making mad money backing cattle trailers into the slot at the cattle sales from Arcadia to Lakeland! He never forgot his roots and always returned from time to time. By the time Ryan was 15 he began working for a friend's dad (Les and Frank Wagner) and over the years we all became family. ( We'll post this bio for now and return later to finish. But I wanted it to be viewable.)
James Ryan Smith
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