E-ville Kimberley Bodenhamer Smith

The COVID actually did take Ryan out of E-ville forever, and a very enlarged heart—weighing in at 500 grams. The average man’s heart should be no larger than 300 grams. So actually, steroids took our only brother at 48 years young. Tiffany and Kim, his older and younger sisters, talk it out—a year later! We needed a year to grieve, and we’ve obviously done that now. One final closure episode to go, and Beaten will be a book about Ryan’s life and death. This podcast is that book outline—The second memoir of a trilogy set: Starved, Beaten and Frozen. Blessings upon us all, each and everyone—except Pito! #PitoDidIt #DeathIsWrong

Dad or Pito as we not so lovingly refer to him, sent his daughters a txt Tuesday to say our brother, Ryan, was COVID positive. By Friday morning he was found dead in his bed, naked and arms outstretched like Christ on the cross by Pito. With in a couple hours, I had jumped in my car with a bag and headed the seven hours north, from Chattanooga to E-ville. I had an ominous feeling deep down in my gut of the drama that was coming my family’s way. I never got off the phone for seven straight hours. Calls from friends and family continual, as the news spread like a West Texas wildfire of my brothers early and unbelievable passing. I however, knew he was going to die. I had known at some level since his 48th Birthday, on April 24th. In actuality I had known since he was thirty, that death was coming for him. 4 months and 4 days earlier in a Lakota Sioux sweat lodge ceremony in Taos, NM, I had given my brother up as a sacrifice for 9 generations of “white privilege”. He and my resentment were laid on the alter, and I ask for peace and suffering to end on that mystical day. My older sister Tiffany and I had also had another odd and rare conversation with our Dad over the phone, before embarking on our Native American Ritual experience. It is a ceremony of death and rebirth. All I know is we were honored and humbled to participate. But, wow did we ever get our money’s worth from that Andrea Price Yoga retreat? An ultimate story of forgiveness and sisterhood. #APY #THL

Who gets two obituaries? Ryan “The Hybrid” Henderson does—That’s what happens when you have five sisters left to grieve their only brother’s passing. Two sisters and three half sisters, and only Tiff and I actually have a relationship. The trail of grieving lovers and ex-lovers added a whole other level of crazy female drama and toxic chaos. This episode includes my first guest caller, big sister Tiffany who lives in TX. She was a co-writer of obituary number one along with Ben her husband who is an attorney; and we are all equally hurt and insulted by obituary number two replacing our unique, loving and real creation of Ryan’s death announcements. The musical selections for the actual service were chosen from a playlist compiled over the week after his death as we cleaned Ryan’s Covid death hole, extremely unconventional playlist for a funeral—just like The Eboss. Duces to the Bros and Hoes. #whatactuallykilledRyan?#thanksforthecontent

A long and insightful conversation with our Cousin Jake Justice who still lives in our hometown of Lubbock, TX. The home of Buddy Holley, Texas Tech and The Texas T’s. Cousin Jake was a substitute little brother for Ryan. Ryan loved Jake, and Jake idolized Ryan for his entire life. Ryan taught Jake a lot—both good and bad. Jake is equally as brilliant as Ryan, just not as “gangsta’”. I’m so thankful he was willing to share so vulnerably, and is so articulate. He feels strongly about Covid and Ryan. I just adore “Little Jake”, who is not so little anymore and now my “substitute brother”. Death either brings us together or tears us apart. I’m circling my wagons. Let us all mourn in our own ways, and in our own safe circles. But, I’m gonna do it out loud(and record all of it for your listening pleasure). #publishingflex #lunchbreakcall #damnitfeelsgoodtobeagangsta

Love like Bridget, Ryan’s year long casual lover and trusted friend. Everyone should be loved like she loved my brother—expecting nothing in return and selflessly showing up in life and death. This was the sweetest and most healing conversation for me. She knows so much that we could have talked for another hour or ten. She “should” have been “The Love of His Life”. She’s a part of the “Hoe Crew Chat” we are conducting on Facebook Messenger that has been solving this mystery as we wait on the toxicology report; and giving each other support with the grieving. The disbelief is starting to wear off of us all, and the sadness is setting in. Ryan has left a hole in all our heart, and we will fill it with one another. #BLove

I don’t usually make it a habit of talking to the police, other than a polite thank you when encountering them out in the local community. The same respect to veterans, greatest respect and appreciation should be observed. I’m thankful for their selfless service to justice and protection. I was raised with an utter distrust of the cops. My stepfather called them “Agents of Satan” and taught us that the are evil. Also another side note, if you are going to record/video a telephone conversations or any conversations with a police officer, tell them up front. I didn’t follow procedure here, so—glad I sort of knew the law in this situation. I learned so much talking to this kind E-ville Detective that has been dealing with all the cray, cray Henderson drama. He was patient, kind and empathetic—all I did was cut him off, and unlawfully record the call. It’s insanely healing and totally freeing to finally get to “snitch” on the bad guys (and have a recording and record)! Otherwise, no one would believe it! I only pray I planted some seeds of factual and fact checkable truths. I’m now sure Melissa and Allison didn’t attend the funeral, because Mal as usual twisted assaulting us in Houston, not only to her husband Sean—but, also lied to the E-ville cops with Allison and Dad’s help. Kathy and Dad calling the cops on us didn’t end up looking so good for them, and definitely started this “war”. It was just a feud between Ryan and I—but, now the cops have been summoned. We should have never listened to Amanda and Chris in Houston, and called the cops on Melissa for assault then, gotten an order of protection like we had on her father. Sins of the father y’all—sins of the father. Melissa is so much like her dad—the hatefulness, the insanity and the paranoia is astounding. I won’t stuff or coverup for the Claridge-cray any longer. Melissa and Amanda do not want this story to be told because their biological father is a monster and where this all begins. I can’t believe Ryan never killed him—but, I know he considered it multiple times.