I don’t know why but as Derek’s best friend, for some reason Tom decided my name was “Dude.” I was never Ryan to him. I was Dude, and so I accepted that. To make a long story short I will just say that on Halloween night of 2015 without a drop of alcohol in me I was in a car accident that was 100% the fault of the operator of a horse and buggy outside of Harlan Indiana. About 3 weeks later when I was visiting Derek and Tara they told me that when their Grandpa (Tom) found out about the accident he first said “is Dude alright?!?” Once he was told that I was okay he adimatly needed to know the name of the (insert expletive)’s name and what family he’s in. He could have killed Dude!!” Derek and Tara calmed him down, and it made for a good laugh, but in all honesty I was quite moved by the fact that he felt so strongly for me that he wanted to go knock down someone’s door at the age of 76 to give them a piece of his mind over my well-being. He was a great man and I will always miss hearing “Hey Dude!”