I knew Dusten as a boy, but never knew him as the man he grew to be. In what I have seen and read and heard since his passing, it's apparent that he never lost that childlike charm that I so fondly remember. He was the golden-haired boy with a wit and a smile that melted my heart. Never shy to hug or show affection or kindness - this is what I remember. And this is what is never lost. My heart breaks for his parents and siblings, friends, and family. He was much too young to leave us, and still had so much more of life to experience. But from what I can tell, he lived an adventurous life and had so many people who loved him, and who love him still.