We became really good friends with Dillum after Hurricane Wilma. We knew him before that as one of the waiters downtown. He recently left the island to pursue his fortunes in Canada.
Our best friend, Carlos, and Dillums' too, stopped by last night. We knew something was wrong when we answered the door and this usually cheerful young man was sobbing. Between sobs, we got the following story out of him.
It appears that Dillum was sightseeing with some friends in the mountains of eastern Canada this weekend. While having his picture taken, he stepped too far and plunged 300 meters (over 900 feet) to his death. What a tragedy. He was just barely 27 years old.
Now comes the awful part of getting his body back to his home in the Yucatan. We have no idea how or when that will be accomplished.
Dillum, your contagious laugh and your happy-go-lucky spirit will be missed. Rest in peace my friend.