In remembrance of our beloved Dillon James Robinson (February 4th, 1993 - May 12th, 2018), whose life was cut short by a simple twist of fate. Deeply loved by all who knew him. Never forgotten. Never left behind. Dillon was an amazing soul- a musician, a writer, a philosopher, an artist, an intellect, a brother, a friend, an uncle, a son. He had a tremendous heart, one that felt so deeply. He saw the world for everything it was and everything it should have been. Dillon was a fighter, a warrior- he fought for peace, which we are thankful he has finally found. He brought sunshine to the darkest of days, at times he brought the storms. We rode the storms with him. So bright and promising, his legacy all but guaranteed. So aptly put by Bob Dylan, “Time is a jet plane- it moves too fast, Ah but what a shame that all we shared can’t last.”

Just look to the sky- he is singing with the angels now.

We were grateful to have shared his life. He leaves behind his mother- Diana, his father- Peter, his stepfather- Randy, his stepmother- Kathy, his sisters- Tanya, Katherine, Kristen and Maggie, his brothers- Luke, Eric, and Brent.