Dustin Lee Praytor

March 23, 1982- February 21, 2011 Dustin is survived by his parents Lon and Janet; brother Nathan and wife Amanda along with their two daughters, Suzannah and Josie; Grandparents Robert and Mary-Lou Praytor and Ruth White; along with numerous aunts, uncles, extended family and a multitude of friends. A father's heart: "I personally lost two people that day: one was my son, the other my very best friend. They were to me one and the same person. He would stop whatever he was doing to help anyone he knew; he gave so much to so many and lived life as it should be lived."-Lonny A Mother's heart: "I loved him so much and I will miss him terribly. A mother's love cannot be described and the love I have for Dustin cannot be portrayed by mere words."-Janet Dustin waswell Dustin and that's why we loved him so much. He was born to my Dad and Mom, Lon and Janet, March 23, 1982 here in Arcata California and spent his entire life here surrounded by his family and friends. I'm not sure how old I was when I started to realize that Dustin waswell Dustin and that's why I loved him so much. Maybe it was when, as a little guy dad or mom would ask him to do something or another and Dustin, being well Dustin, would, as if he hadn't even heard them, carry on with whatever it was that captivated his toddler mind. Or perhaps it was at the age of 8, or somewhere in there when, Dustin beingwell Dustin, took apart the family lawnmower for the sole purpose of putting it back together again; and while I could be mistaken, I'm pretty sure it was cutting the lawn just fine. But Dustin waswell Dustin and that's why we loved him so much. It could have been around the time when I finally realized that, when the rest of the crew was heading down to play wiffle-ball behind Sunnybrae School or at Hoffman's house because we loved baseball, Dustin was heading down because he loved us. You know, he could have cared less about the game which had our attentions, it was a necessary evil in order to hang out with those he loved, but Dustin waswell Dustin and that's why we loved him so much. Maybe it was one of those moments, when anyone of us here today, may have been engaged in a "mild debate" with Dustin and he had had enough of it and would say, "Nope, your wrong", and that was the end of the story. (I'm not quite sure who he picked up that character trait from Dad?) However, it may have been more recently in one of our phone conversations that went something like this: Dustin: Dork. Me: Hey, Dust. What's going on? Dustin: Oh, nothing; just going shopping. Me: Oh yeah, where? Dustin: Janet's cupboards. Yeah, that's right Dustin was well Dustin and that's why we loved him so much. You know maybe it wasn't one of those moments at all, maybe it was when, over the years, Dustin taught me the ever so valuable lesson that cammo and cut-offs are always in style. You know, to this day I'm not sure how Vaden or I managed to get him into a tuxedo for our weddings oh yeah; Dustin, being well Dustin, would do anything for those he loved and that's why we loved him so much. Then again, it could have been anyone of the one two three hundred times I would call and ask him some question about who-knows-what and before I could finish asking, he was on his way over to help. Yeah that's my brother Dustin and these are just some of the reasons that Dustin was well Dustin and that's why we loved him so much. I love you bro. Nate A memorial service will be held Sunday, February 27, 2011 at 2pm-7pm at the Arcata Community Center, everyone is welcome. Please sign the guest book at www.Times-Standard.com, click obits.