Date of death: 17-08-2007
This site is to honor Ryan Kenneth Betton and allow for loved ones to share memories, thoughts, and prayers in a celebration of his life. ...
This site is to honor Ryan Kenneth Betton and allow for loved ones to share memories, thoughts, and prayers in a celebration of his life. It is also for Ian Betton to learn more about his father from those who loved him.
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2 years, 3 months
Today makes four years with out you, we think about you every day. You will always be apart of us Ryan. It still hurts.
After two years I still can't believe you are gone. You were and will always be a big part of our family. I still can't can't believe it turned out this way, so many things I wish I had told you. You were like a brother and I was and will always be proud of you. As long as there is still a breath in me Ian will know how great is father was. I miss your smile, your hand shake and your hug. All the plans we made for our familys were torn apart like pages from a book. God knows how many nights I have broke down and wished it was just a bad dream. Time does not always heal all wounds and this one will never heal. You were once quoted as saying the only time that somebody truly dies is when that person is gone from people's minds. A day has not past without you on my mind. God bless the VAW-120 for being there for us, they became part of our family and they are the best the Navy has. Ryan, I know I'll see you again someday, until then I'll miss you brother.
I can't believe it's been more than two years, and there are so many little things that still make me think about you. I talk about you to the little newbs all the time. And I can't help but talk about you like you like we just hung out yesterday. I still think about that fateful night; turning and watching your plane fly into the water, and thinking "oh God, please don't let that be Ryan".
All the LSO's stayed up on the flight deck for the rest of the night, with spotlights searching the blackness for any signs of you. We talked about it later, and we agreed that we all half-expected you, Cameron and Jerry to come swimming up to the boat yelling at us to get off our asses and pull you out of the water. God, I wish that's how it had happened.
I didn't want to have to be the one to do it, but the next day they wanted a pilot to come down to the hangar bay and try to identify the parts of the plane they had recovered from the water. It was hard enough sifting through the wreckage, but when I found your helmet, I broke down right there in front of everyone. It was one of the worst days of my life.
You were truly one of those people who touched the lives of everyone around you. People may stop writing here some day, but anyone who truly knew you will never stop thinking about you. Until the day we meet again...
"word and peace chicken grease!"
First of all, I feel embarrassed to find out so late about my good friend passing. My sincere prayers and thoughts go out to the Bettons.
My name is Seong Kim and I was Ryan’s roommate at VMI during his freshman year. While being the only Asian in the room, I was quite uncomfortable in the beginning. Ryan change that in a flash after he saw me wearing a UMich jacket. The friendship grew to a point where I can honestly say that he was a brother to me. Even though I haven’t kept touch with him for a long time, I was always thinking about him. It’s been 12 years since last I’ve seen him, and yet, I can clearly remember every single minute of the time spent with him. He had one of those personality that just beams out at you. When the room gets into an argument, he was the one that mediates. He was the bridge between all the roommates and I think Paul, Brad, and Brian could attest to that.
Hey Ry, sup bro! Remember me? It’s Sung. Man… The last 3 times I’ve seen you or heard about you, I’m crying. The first being when I was leaving VMI, the second from being drunk at your house party, and now this. It’s Thursday, April 09, 2009. It’s embarrassing to even call myself a friend. When I saw your post on facebook, man… I kinda got sick to my stomach and I couldn’t work anymore. You know me, when something’s in my head, I have to get it out. So I just started to write.
Compared to some of the other friends you had, we’ve only known each other for a very short period of time (2years). But in that short period, I found a real friend, I mean a REAL friend! I found me an advisor, and a confidant. Collinsville boy! LOL! I remember how you made Collinsville all big and wonderful… me being from city, I expected a little more than a hangout at Wal-Mart. But going there, it was the most fun 3-day vacation I ever had to this time!
All the memories I have of you… the hell night where I didn’t know what “sound off” was and I yelled and you yelled out “Betton RK, sir!” going to Disney World on the band trip and just being silly at Paradise Island, “Broccoli!”, how BR perez fainted on our way up House Mountain and we had to push his stinking body up the mountain, Brad not meeting the weight requirement to give blood, “Arnold, Flex!” (LT. Townsend, after making a voodoo doll out of wire hanger), LT Gray asking me “give me 3 reasons why you don’t like Nascar?” and one of my answer was “because it’s a waste of gas, sir!”, the noodle court, flag football, paul almost getting killed from the rack falling about 6 inches away from his face, studying bio together (well, you did the studying, I did the computer chatting), my harsh introduction to moonshine and jell-o shots, and you telling me to chill when I was about to kill Ashley Wilmore.
I have nothing but fond memories of you. I love you, bro!
Your Asian brother,
One year has passed and it still hurts...Miss you bro!
As we prepare to go back out to the ship tomorrow on the anniversary of your death, I realize that I still think about you a lot. I think about your trademark sayings, your quick wit, your wisdom beyond your years, your great sense of humor, your loyalty as a friend, your integrity, and your uncanny ability to make people feel better by your simply being there. You were a natural pilot, a respected leader, a dedicated and loving father and husband, and you are one of the best friends I'll ever have. I still miss you dearly.
Tomorrow night we will be qualifying new students off the deck of the USS Eisenhower in the same waters off the coast of Virginia, and I can't think of a better place to be on the anniversary of your passing. In doing so, I truly hope we honor your memory.
I hope you'll be there in the cockpit with me bud...
"Word and peace chicken grease"
Ryan has touched our lives in a way no person can ever forget. The type of friendship that you can call a true friendship whether close to each other or not.
We wanted his family to know that we think of him as well as them often and will never forget the wonderful memory he has left behind.
5 years, 8 months
My life was forever changed that night on Harry S. Truman. When you finished your brief and walked out of the ready room and up to me and quickly asked "Doc, hows my sailors?" knowing the toll that the rigorus training flight schedule takes on them. I replied, everyone is doing good and ready to go home, I told you "Have a good flight, sir" and you said "will do, thanks for taking care of my sailors doc" as you walked to your plane. You taught me a ton LT, you showed me what it ment to be a Naval Officer. I will devote my life to taking care of sailors, The day I was able to ensure your final resting place would be somewhere other then the sea, I felt my mission was accomplished and my prayers were that your loving wife would find closure. I hope one day that I can share some of these memories with your son Ian, I want him to know what kind of man, and Naval Officer you were. Rest in Peace LT, we have the watch, and your sailors are well taken care of, Semper Fortis.