December 2012 CBA REPORT
This section honors the lives of deceased members of the local bar. For more information about this service,
please contact Kathy Schmidt at (513) 699-1390 or
It is with great sadness that I write about my friend Ryan. On what was probably
the happiest day of his life, October 12, 2012, he met his tragic death that same eve-
The way Ryan lived was in complete contrast to the way he died. Everything was
coming together for Ryan. Suddenly, all of the set-backs and struggles of starting his
solo practice in May had diminished. Ryan’s practice was growing every day, as was
Ryan’s knowledge and ability in representing his clients.
Ryan’s office was the best place on earth to him. Surrounded by other young at-
torneys, all out on their own, helping and supporting each other, with the safety and
security of a few old guys to teach them how it is done, Ryan thrived. He had found a
home. His intelligence, wit, talent, and creativity were shared with everyone on the 5
floor of 810 Sycamore.
Always in search of a better way, a more efficient system, a new idea, an in-depth
analysis, or a debate, Ryan knew where to find what he was looking for. He craved
wisdom, knowledge, and intelligent conversation. Ryan wasn’t about appointments or
schedules; he was always just dropping in on someone. He collected people and favored
them with his friendship, and visited them all as if on a route, usually unannounced
and without fanfare.
Ryan’s brain never stopped working, and the ideas kept coming. Middle of the
night emails outlining a marketing strategy or business plan were the norm. He never
wondered why he couldn’t do something; he always wanted to know how he could.
He looked to me as a mentor, and his expectations and close inspection of my practice
made me a better attorney.
The confident, self-assured young professional the outside world saw did not even
hint at the Ryan his closest friends came to know. Those friends would describe him as
sensitive, intuitive, thoughtful, grateful and incredibly generous. Ryan was a giver. If he
loved you, you knew it. If you liked his watch, or his tie or his lunch, it was now yours.
If you needed his time or his help, it was always available to you. Striving for perfec-
tion, but admittedly never perfect, Ryan faced the same difficulties we all do, and was
humbled by them. He could laugh at himself, and we laughed with him.
As I take care of Ryan’s clients, I am impressed by their stories of what Ryan did for
them. His clients were ordinary people whom he treated with dignity and respect. He
did whatever he could to be of service to them. They now come to me in tears because
they have lost their advocate and friend.
Family was very important to Ryan. We often kidded him that his prominent
Northern Kentucky family names of Poston and Carter were not going to get him any-
where in Cincinnati. He would have to earn a name for himself. I think he did.
Ryan is survived by his parents, Lisa and Peter Carter, and Jay Poston, his three
younger sisters, Ali, Katie, and Libby, and many other relatives, friends, and business
associates, all of whom he loved and cared for, and who will miss him deeply. We at 810
Sycamore will miss him deeply, too.
A native of Fort Mitchell, Kentucky, Ryan was a graduate of Geneva International
School, a triple-major graduate of Indiana University, and a graduate of the Salmon P.
Chase College of Law, Northern Kentucky University. He was admitted to practice law
in both Ohio and Kentucky.
His family has established the
Ryan Carter Poston Scholarship Fund
Sacrament School. Donations in Ryan’s memory may be made payable to the fund and
mailed to Blessed Sacrament School at 2407 Dixie Highway, Ft. Mitchell, KY 41017.
Kenneth G. Hawley
Ryan Carter Poston