CODY WILLIAM DICKSON

There are some people whose presence in the world feels like a given, like the steady rhythm of the ocean or the warmth of the sun on your skin. Cody William Dickson was one of those people—a life so full of love, of laughter, of possibility, that the thought of him not being here feels impossible. And yet, far too soon, he was taken.

Cody was only 28 years old when he left this world. He should have had decades ahead of him—time to chase dreams, to love deeply, to experience the life he deserved. He should have had a long, happy, love-filled life. That’s what his family wishes most for him, that he could have stayed, that things could have been different.

For those who loved him, his absence is not just a loss—it is a missing piece of something irreplaceable. The sound of his voice, the light in his eyes, the way he made others feel—these things are now memories, treasured and held close. There are no words that can ease the ache of missing him, of wishing things had been different, of wanting just one more moment. But there is love, and love does not end.

If love alone could have kept him here, he would still be standing, still laughing, still filling the lives of those around him with warmth. But love, in its own way, does keep him here. It is in the stories shared, the memories held, the way his presence still lingers in quiet moments. He is in the hearts of those who knew him, in the spaces he once filled, in the love that will never fade.

If one more moment was possible, his loved ones share that the words would come easily— ”I love you. I'm sorry this happened. If I could change it, I would.”

You are missed, you are loved, and you will never be forgotten.