Growing up in a small town, everyone kinda knew everyone. And everyone knew Ty. If they didn’t, they wanted to. He was kind, he was different. He had so much love to give and he gave it to so many, expecting nothing in return.
Ty was awake when most were not. I remember falling asleep every other night on FaceTime with him. And sure enough, when I woke up, he was still there, watching a movie on the other side of the screen.
He could talk about anything with anyone with ease. He never judged. He was genuine and honest.
His struggle with addiction made the little things big and the bright side dark. The one thing that was never shaken through it all is the love he had for his friends, new and old, and his family.