R.I.P. Ryan Dunn… 1977-2011 (by officialdickhousetv)
After almost two weeks of grieving, crying, and insomnia, this has made me smile and tear up only just a bit. For a guy I’d never met. A guy I’d never even THOUGHT about meeting.
But that’s the special thing about the Jackass crew. Watching them all being themselves (for better or worse) and sticking together for 11yrs, you felt like you had met them already. That, oddly, those were your friends up on the screen for you to shake your head at. An adopted family brought together by wreckless stupidity, but also laughter and heart.
Since I was 15, I’ve done this thing where I unconsciously reach my hands out towards the screen when one of the guys were hit, catapulted, run over, zapped, tripped, bitten, set on fire, etc. I don’t know why i did it. As if I could catch them; soften the blow; pick them back up.
I have a soft spot for everyone, but Ryan and Bam would especially get my watchful eye. Ryan’s sense of humor never failed to bruise my sides, and Bam always seemed the quintessential baby brother of the group. Together, they were one of the few forces that could make me laugh so hard tears ran down my pleasantly aching face. The true friendship shining underneath the antics made it all the better.
But now it’s gone. I couldn’t catch him. I obviously couldn’t even if I had known. I couldn’t soften the blow to Bam or pick him up when his strength to stand had faltered. Losing Ryan and his friend Zach in this way feels like a cosmic mistake. It’s the surreal feeling you get when you wake up flailing because the floor disappeared out from under you in a dream. It’s that split-second before you realize you’re safe in bed.
If it’s like this for me and other fans, i can only imagine how the persons who did get to know Ryan personally in this life are coping. It’s a comfort to know he was blessedly happy with life and love. His star could have risen so much higher with his talent—and was perhaps steps away from going in the direction—but in the end he was content doing exactly what he wanted.
Ryan took pieces of everyone with him when he left; small holes that can never be filled. But maybe—just maybe—now he can be the mustache-tattooed hands to catch the others when they fall. Rest easy, Random Hero. This isn’t truly a goodbye.