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Gipson
Captain Ryan Scott Gipson, call sign “Rooster”, passed away unexpectedly in Boise, Idaho on December 20, 2019 at the of 31 with a rare neurological illness.
Ryan is survived by his fiancee, Jessica Lynn Tolbert of Mountain Home, Idaho; his parents Scott and Sheila Gipson of Beach City, Texas; sister, Brooke Gipson Carrillo of Cove, Texas; grandparents, Jimmy and Mary Lou Levis of Corydon, Iowa. He is preceded in death by his grandparents Alton and Deanne Gipson of Madill, Oklahoma and his uncle Michael Levis of Corydon, Iowa.
Ryan was born on January 10, 1988 in Ardmore, Oklahoma. He attended school in Madill, Oklahoma as well as in Mount Juliet, Tennessee where he was baptized into Christ on August 4, 1999. Ryan graduated from Barbers Hill High School in Mount Belvieu, Texas in 2006. He was appointed to and accepted by the Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland as well as the United States Air-Force Academy in Colorado Springs, where he graduated in 2010 with a degree in Computer Science. He went on to become a pilot in the Air Force flying 58 combat missions in the F15 E Strike Eagle over Southwest Asia in 2014 and 2015.
As one of his past teachers wrote, “Ryan was a man of many talents, always smiling, always having fun, but always taking care of business.” He was an accomplished vocalist, dancer, thespian, and adored his two Leonberger dogs Ender and Zelda.
Services will be held December 28, 2019 at Lakewood Church of Christ 7701 Bayway Drive, Baytown, Texas. Visition at 1:00 p.m., with funeral services at 2:00 p.m. with full military honors.
Honorary Pallbearers; Francisco Carrillo, Steve Martin, Kyle Ellis, Tim Rivette, Ty Montgomery, Will Weindel, and Clint ‘Hannibal’ Lecher.
High Flight by RAF pilot John Gillespie Magee
Jr. 1941
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced
the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and
swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while the silent lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put my hand out and touched the face of God.