Dylan Dimitri Palmer

It is with great sadness we announce that Dylan Dimitri Palmer born on May 31, 2000 in Kaluga, Russia and adopted in August 2002 by parents Jill R. Hawthorne and Edward A. Palmer III, passed away the morning of Tuesday, August 7, 2018. He is resting peacefully with his Grandmother Judith L. Palmer and Grandfather Max Hawthorne.

Dylan is survived by his two brothers Hunter A. Palmer, Joshua Sanchez, his Stepmother Amy R. Palmer, Grandmother Chris Hawthorne, Aunt Stacy Murphy, Uncle John Murphy, Aunt Clarissa Palmer, Uncle Michael A. Palmer, Grandmother Lana Palmer, and Grandfather Ed Palmer Jr.

Dylan died too young but lived his short life in the manner he chose. His heart was big, trying to always take care of friends and family even when he wasn't taking care of himself.

The Memorial services for Dylan D. Palmer will be held starting promptly at 2 pm CST on Saturday, September 1, 2018 at the Weed-Corley-Fish Funeral Home Chapel located at 411 Ranch Rd. 620 South, Lakeway, TX 78734. There will be no graveside service or reception following the memorial the service. http://wcfish.tributes.com/obituary/show/Dylan-Dimitri-Palmer-106376294

As an expression of sympathy, memorial contributions may be made to one of the following Charitable Organizations in the name of Dylan Dimitri Palmer:

• American Foundation for Suicide Prevention - https://afsp.org/

• Shatterproof (Transforming America's Broken Addiction Treatment System) - https://www.shatterproof.org/

• Austin Pets Alive - https://www.austinpetsalive.org/

Poem - On Death
 by Kahlil Gibran read by Amy R. Palmer

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?


The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.


For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.


Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.


Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honor.


Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?


Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?




For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?




Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.


And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.


And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.