In heavenly meadows, Ryan roams free, Turning 43 beside the whispering trees. Once a dog hunter with laughter that soared, Now cherished in stories, forever adored. Three children on Earth hold his bright flame, Sassy with spark, Colt with a name, Bryson, whose dreams touch the sky, In their eyes, echoes of a father's goodbye. In moments of silence, they hear his call, In the rustling leaves and stars that fall. Though distance divides the realms far above, Their hearts beat as one, in unending love.