Dylan was born on April 18, 1990 at St Jude Hospital in Fullerton, Ca.  When he was young he liked to dig holes in the dirt, play with trucks, and Lego’s.  He loved cubbyholes, whenever there was a box around big enough he was sitting in it and playing.  He enjoyed watching Barney the Dinosaur, Veggie Tales, and The Power Rangers.  Later he wouldn’t miss an episode of The Simpsons.  He read a lot - first it was "Goosebumps" then "Harry Potter", he would read every night before he fell asleep.  He lived almost all his 14 years in Fullerton (When he was little we lived in Anaheim for two years).  He attended pre-school through kindergarten at Ivy Crest Montessori School in Fullerton; 1^st and 2^nd grade at Christ Lutheran School in Brea.  In the summertime, on Fridays, he would go to the Brea Plunge and swim.  3^rd grade he started attending Orangethorpe Elementary, from there he went to Ladera Vista Jr. High.  He had just started the 9^th grade at Fullerton Union High School when he committed suicide.

He liked having pets, he had betas (fish), a lizard, birds and hamsters, but his dad would usually end up taking care of them (the lizard ended up being let loose at Hillcrest Park).

He loved his family; he enjoyed playing video games with his Uncle Jeremy, and whatever Uncle Scott said was as if God spoke it Himself, Dylan would listen to every word.  His cousin Deeanna was like a sister to him, he could always make her laugh.  Dil and his dad would ride their bikes everywhere, they were more then parent and child, they were friends.

Dylan had a very creative side, he liked to draw and write.  When he was about nine, started playing the electric guitar; for his first recital, at Mars Music, he played “Ball and Chain” by Social Distortion.  When he was eleven, he taught himself (with some help from Julian) how to play the bass.  His favorite bands were The Smiths, Morrissey, the Misfits, and Joy Division, but he listened to all types of music from The Doors to Johnny Cash.  I don't believe the music drove him to suicide, I think it spoke to how he felt - he related to the lyrics. 

Music and his friends were his life and Fullerton was his town.  He would skateboard to get around, but he wasn’t a “skater”.  He loved going to the Thursday Night Market, and walking around downtown looking for something to do.  When I drive through Fullerton, I see him everywhere.

Dylan was a normal kid/teenager.  He was better then some and worse then others.  We had minor problems, but nothing that would indicate suicide.

Dylan took his own life on Tuesday, October 26, 2004.  He was only 14 years old – so young, too young.  It was raining that night; I think the angels were crying along with all of us.  As far as we could tell he had been contemplating suicide for almost a year, we don’t know what put the option into his mind, but from his journals, we know that he struggled with it.  He wrote extensively about his emotional pain, mostly he wrote in the form of songs and poems.  It seems as if at first, he didn’t want to die, but by the end, he was emotionally gone.  Its like he had already died inside, and his body just needed to follow.  There was no final incident; it was just an accumulation of events that were too much for him.

It’s hard to define a legacy for someone so young, he had barely lived.  I guess it would be, he taught us to think about the consequences of our actions.  Everything we do has an affect on someone else, sometimes it's minor and hardly noticed, but sometimes it’s something so big we have to relearn how to live again.

This has been written by his mother.  I have never been mad at Dylan for taking his own life; I’ve cried a million tears, but not one of them has been out of anger.  Some angels just have fragile wings.