Frederick "Ryan" Nixon

frederick nixon

March 21, 1980 ~ August 25, 2022

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Frederick "Ryan" Nixon, 42, Petroleum Landman, died Thursday, August 25, 2022. Visitation will be from 5:00 pm - 7:00 pm, Thursday, September 1, 2022, at Downing & Lahey East Mortuary. Preceded in death by his grandparents, Eugene and Charlotte Nixon of Alderson, OK, Shirley Boots of Pratt, KS; and his dog, Bert. He is survived by his parents, Dr. Jerry and Diana Nixon of Wichita; brother, Grant (Dr. Courtney) Nixon; nephew, Riley Nixon of Carmel, CA; grandfather, Edwin Boots of Pratt, KS; uncles, Brad (Alicia) Boots of Kansas City, MO, Brian (Angela) Boots of Dallas, TX; aunt, Jeanie Holt, and Jennifer Holt of Claremore, OK; and numerous other beloved relatives. In lieu of flowers, a memorial has been established with: Kansas Humane Society, 3313 N. Hillside, Wichita, KS 67219. "I am a cowboy poet, It is too a job, It's cooler than being a bus driver, And safer than the mob." - Jeffrey Rowland Ryan moved to Kansas in 1984. He lived in Pratt, Wichita, Lawrence, and Wichita again. Lawrence had the greatest impact on him. He loved all things KU, even the football team. But most importantly he loved the good times and his best friends, who were always there for him. Also from Lawrence came Bert!, an incredibly noisy and energetic Spaniel of some sort who became Ryan’s life-long companion. Ryan had a big and generous heart. He cared deeply for his friends and family, especially his little brother, whom he tormented daily. And so many loved him as well. He had a sense of protectiveness and helped others, especially his parents, in any way that he could. Ryan was an avid reader from pre-school onward, and any genre or subject was good so long as it was not selling easy answers. He loved music just as much, so long as it did not appeal to a popular audience. And he loved movies. And “Lonesome Dove.” And “Deadwood.…” Ryan worked as a petroleum landman. He enjoyed the work, but mostly he loved exploring western Kansas and other less-traveled locales. He was a collector of stories and the farmers and ranchers he met were a rich mine. What ties his life together is the stories. Over 40 years of stories. Poetically enough, Ryan and Bert! left us together, only hours apart. Their stories are over, but will never end. “And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.” — John Steinbeck, East of Eden

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  1. The whole Edison family is saddened to hear of Ryans death. There are no words to can take to sting of loss away, but know as you walk through this valley of grief that you loved him always and that knowledge will never leave you. Be gentle with yourselves and know there is a whole community to help you in any way.

    • So sorry to hear about Ryan. I still remember his dry sarcastic sense of humor all these years later. I hope you find peace in the many memories you shared together.

  2. Ryan, as I knew him – Nix, as I called him – was among the best men I have known. Though we became friends during our late boyhoods, the man he was and would be, deep down, always seemed self-evident. I enjoyed many lunches with him during high school in Gary Buettgenbach’s art room, along with Jake and occasional others. We rowed the (sometimes) mighty Arkansas River together for Collegiate’s single semester of crew – so we learned the sound of water moving and the sound of moving on water, and could tell the difference. And with our friends we made a whole lot of noise on more than one New Year’s Eve. One in Lawrence springs to mind: Ryan seated sentinel before a basement-bound drum kit well after midnight, committing such a ruckus as the pristine New Year could not yet fathom. Always figured I’d get to swap stories with the man again someday. Terribly sad that I won’t. Dr. and Mrs. Nixon, Grant, and all, I am so deeply sorry for your loss. Rest in Peace, Nix. -Jay Rumisek


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