Ryan Manion

As we enter Memorial Day weekend I hope you enjoy the time with your family. Go to the beach. Light the grill. Laugh with your friends. But remember why this weekend exists. This was my brother Travis’ homecoming.
A flag-covered casket on an airfield instead of a hug at the airport. That is what Memorial Day means to families like mine. This weekend exists because there are Americans who never came home. Because there are families who were forced to say goodbye long before they were ready. Because freedom has always been paid for by somebody else’s loss. Memorial Day was never meant to just be a long weekend. It was meant to be a reminder. A reminder that some gave everything.
If you do one thing this weekend, learn the story of someone who gave their life for this country. Say their name out loud. Share their story with your kids, your friends, your family. Keep them alive in the only way we still can, through remembrance. Enjoy the weekend. Truly. That’s part of the freedom they fought for. Just don’t forget why you have it.

This Mother’s Day Navy Women’s lacrosse gave their moms the gift of advancing to the Elite 8! 👊

Navy Women’s Lacrosse is back to back Patriot League Champions!!!

Love this team and love these girls so much!!!!

19 years.
There are days when Travis’s loss feels so far away I can hardly make sense of it. And then there are days like this, when I look at these photos and swear he was just here yesterday. Laughing. Moving through life full force. Being my brother in all the ways that mattered most. That’s the strange thing about loss. It is never linear. It doesn’t soften neatly with time. It shifts. It sneaks up. It settles in one place and then shows up in another. It can feel heavy and sharp and sacred all in the same breath. Nineteen years later, there are still moments I don’t know how I’ve done life without him. How so much has happened. How whole chapters have come and gone without one more conversation, one more laugh, one more chance to say the things I’d say now. But I live every day knowing how lucky I was to grow up with him. To know him not just as who the world sees now, but as my brother. The one I laughed with, fought with, learned from, looked up to long before anyone else knew his name. He is frozen in time in these photos. But in so many other ways, he is everywhere.

And that about sums up losing someone you thought would be here forever. ❤️

Found my way to Arlington today.
Needed the quiet before April 29.
19 years and it still catches in my chest.
I don’t always know how to carry it
But I do, because you would expect nothing less. ❤️

11 years in a row and I have showed up at the to give a brief to the 2nd Class Midshipman and it still hits the same every time.
Not because it’s routine. But because it’s not.
A new class. A different moment in the world.
But the responsibility waiting for them hasn’t changed.
We don’t show up with anything complicated:
• Push yourself before someone else has to
• Know the enemy, and the ground you’ll be asked to stand on
• Get obsessed with being good at what you do
• Don’t avoid friction, move toward it
• And live everyday with the mindset of “If not me, then who…”
There’s nothing casual about speaking to a room full of future warfighters.
Grateful for the opportunity. Every time. 🇺🇸