Numbers sometimes make no sense. What can it mean that Dillon passed ten years ago? Initially, you can’t imagine living a day without your son, then it turns into a week, then a month, a year and now ten years. And yet time goes on without our children. Thinking of Dillon — the bright light he was in our lives, and the bright light that he remains and will always be. Dillon, we love and miss you!
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Years go by but the void remains. Dillon’s spirit is so strong that I still see his smiling face as clearly in my mind as if I just saw him yesterday. His presence and energy continues to be with all of those who were touched by his life in whatever capacity. Although we do not have his physical presence with us, his spirit and wisdom continue to act as a source of inspiration and comfort to those who know and love him. His star and energy in the sky continue to serve as shining light of what can be. As for me, I miss my nephew more than words can express. Uncle Alan
Is love inseparable from time like two sides of a piece of paper are they both now and eternal Yesterday love, tomorrow love, today love What was that time if not love me and you And now are you above or below, or between or permeating all that is, was, will be element of unbound profusion love deeply felt as I kneel here loving you loving me, loving you
Almost ten years have passed since the worst day of my life (July 6th, 2007). I often wonder how I am still standing- but I am. It is an effort to greet each day without Dillon and to think about what could have been. My emotions have sunk deep into my bones creating a weight that sometimes seems crushing but those feelings can hide a bit since they are no longer as close to the surface as they once were. I certainly miss him every day and it is the Dillon Henry Foundation that gives a reason for being. Keeping Dillon as my inspiration and remaining dedicated to his legacy helps me breathe. My love and connection to him was the most profound relationship of my life.
Thank you for printing “A Teachers Lament: Missing Dillon” in the September 29th edition. Dillon’s mother, Harriet and I- both bereaved moms- have spoken endlessly about our children and have learned to love one another sons without ever meeting them. Still, through former Palisades Charter High School teacher Dennis Danziger’s words, I learned so much more about Dillon. “Fourteen years, 2,000 plus students and no one ever had the guts to read from my podium” wrote Mr.Danziger. Except Dillon. We miss our children every day. Short of seeing them again, what comforts our hearts most is to hear or read about them; to know that others think about them too. Again thank you for remembering Dillon it means more than you know.
Hi Harriet, We haven’t spoken in about two years, I believe, and you probably don’t remember who I am. Anyway, my name is Zac and I was a friend of Dillon’s. I just wanted to let you know that I still think about Dillon and your family every day and that Dillon is in my heart and inspiring me to do things here in my second year of college that I never thought I was capable of. I’m at Gonzaga University and loving it. I am involved in a couple of different mentoring programs as well as a service organization where we work with recovering drug addicts and the homeless community of Spokane. I know that Dillon would be doing even greater things and would still be changing the world with his words and actions. Feel free to write back or not, but I just wanted to say hi. I hope that all is well as it can be.
Time — the insanity of time. Going to Copa de Dillon in a few minutes to celebrate an extraordinary life, that was far too short. Sending love to all who love Dillon as we continue to remember his joy, his passion and his exuberance about life.
Thinking of you all on Dillon’s birthday and remembering…always… Looking forward to Copa de Dillon xo