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Dustin Stanley Fields (1980-2010)

Dustin Stanley Fields (1980-2010)

5 December 2010 Editorial 47

The publishers of Yucatan Living, James and Ellen Fields, lost their son Dustin on November 9th. He died unexpectedly in his sleep and was 30 years old. His ashes were divided among family and friends. James and Ellen scattered their portion in the Caribbean near Akumal, the location of Dustin's first SCUBA dive trip to Mexico. Dustin's obituary can be found here. Dustin's father wrote the following "Brief History of Dustin Fields", which he read at Dustin's memorial service:

Dustin came into being like the Roman emperors - by cesarean - and he ruled his world. His hair glowed like a golden crown in the sunlight. The freckled boy-king honored his mother and father through the ritual of slinging libations from his highchair throne.

He stood up early, but he spoke late. His first word after learning “no” was “yes”.

He delighted in the birth of his sister Denise, because he knew in the years ahead his reign would require an apostle, a charming assistant, an able conspirator and a steadfast confidant.

He thrilled at the speed of his big three-wheel chariot. He went on long “explores” to the Chalk Mountaintop where he discovered discovery, and the comforting perfume of his Earth mother.

When first wounded in battle, the scar on his face was transformed into a dimple.

Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Chewbacca and the universe of Star Wars joined his world, and he lived for a time in galaxies of imagination, far, far away.

All great kings are given gifts in threes. It was at this time in Dustin’s life when three prophets arrived, one each for Dustin’s body, mind and spirit.

The prophet for his body was Tony Hawk. Dustin’s chariot was soon replaced by a four-wheeled, land-speeder called a “skateboard”. Proclamations such as Drop-Ins, Ollies and McTwists were heard throughout the land. And it came to pass that blueprints were summoned to build a special ark measuring various cubits, on which “shredding” would be practiced as a religion, and it would be called “Dustiny”. Followers paid pilgrimage and there was much ska and rejoicing.

The prophet for his mind was the famous sage, David Copperfield, master of illusion, of the inside joke and of the mind-fuck. Dustin’s technical skills with Chinese linking rings, invisible thread and the hidden mysteries of levitation would eventually evolve into the prestidigitation of Visual Basic, C++ and dot net software, turning inanimate boxes into magical things of wonder. And the crowd was amazed.

There was once a humble pueblo in México called Paricutin. One day the cornfields withered, the earth heaved and the streets of the village fumed. Before anyone could react, a volcano sprang up, erupting with winds of change and altering the landscape forever.

Such is divorce.

At this time the third prophet arrived, the prophet for Dustin’s spirit, and his name was Edward Vedder. Dustin soon learned the Ten and the Versus, through the bass guitar of Jeff Ament. In this discovery, his companion Denise endured the baptism of the mosh pit and the ritual of the pop quiz more than any of Dustin’s other disciples.

Dustin was befriended by a refugee from Mexico, who became his hermano grande, Rene Sanchez. They shared the teachings of Jimi and of Zeppelin and of the rock that will never die. Neil Young became Dustin’s godfather, YES was his choir, and Mars Volta sang serenades.

From ashes and song sprang a reinvented Dustin, no longer the freckled boy-king, but a philosopher-warrior on a quest. The new landscape demanded that he scale unexpected heights, and so his attention turned to the mountain bike and the steep climb over unyielding stone. He would no longer explore the mountaintop; he would conquer it.

Sadly one night, Sean stepped too close to the edge, and Dustin accepted that we are only immortal for a limited time. He became the Traveler, moving as easily from Big Sur to India, as from one universe of friends to another. From his poker table at home to the World Series of Poker in Vegas, from the tennis court to the basketball court, from the Carlton to the Guest House, from Yucatan to Bali to a Thai restaurant actually in Thailand, his feet almost never touched the ground.

There were times when Dustin’s world went black, and he would rather starve than eat its bread. He would, however eat and drink almost anything else, whether it was to expand his mind or tame it. Marijuana, Lysergic Acid Diethylamide, Methamphetamine, and recipes from the bartender’s guide were all tasted and critiqued, the final winner being Long Island Ice Tea.

Bob Combs and a metaphorical mountaintop of books, written by writers living, dead and otherwise, were his private guides through his fear and loathing. A complete bibliography of Dustin’s reading list was prepared for this history, but unfortunately, it was eaten by Schrödinger’s cat.

For us mere mortals, life is a cycle of desolation and consolation. Verse and chorus, followed by verse and chorus. In the end, Dustin, too, knew he was a mere mortal, because, in the end, what mattered most to him were his consolations.

Like Jessica.

Like concerts with his constant companion, Denise.

Like Laker games at Grandma Bonnie’s, with his teammate and cousin, Eric.

Like Bishop’s and the Spire with Troy.

Like being on “the porch” with Matt and Katie.

Like pestering his “bastard” sister Aryn (look it up).

Like long, thoughtful talks with his stepmentor, Ellen.

Like playing head-games with his enigmatic stepsister, Zoe.

Like simply being with his brother-in-law Ryan and our new boy-king, Eli.

And always, behind his back, he could feel his mother’s protective chant of “Nam Myoho Renge Kyo”.

At the end of Dustin’s sweet, bitter, complicated but really rather long life, he received two great rewards: the Healer and the Dream. The Healer, of course, was his comforter, his foil, his mirror and his novia, La Tuerpa, who most of us call Michl. The Dream was to have, at least for a brief time, la vida nueva, in México.

In the final analysis of our subject, the boy-king, the explorer, the philosopher-warrior, the Traveler and ultimately the mere mortal we came to know, the better man who would be our friend: he was always seeking, in his own sarcastic way, to learn the truth. And in the end, history will record, that Dustin discovered the greatest truth you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

Comments

  • Lon Davis 6 years ago

    Dear Working Gringos:
    I was getting more and more absorbed into all the helpfulness of the web-site and eye appealing design and many fruitful links, in yes, my self-absorbed ambition to get the upper hand on making tracks toward Merida. Then I was lured into the editorial link thinking you were going to finally resolve the existential quandry of "you paid too much" and again the unexpected juxtaposition of internet, culture and psychology was thrust upon me with your short history of a long life and all that is quixotic in living and of course dying- grabbed my attention. Everyone has their own story not all have them portrayed for others to learn from, thanks for sharing-peace and tranquility.
    Shanti,
    Lon

  • Working Gringos 6 years ago

    Yes, he certainly was. We miss him every day. Thank you, Lynn...

  • Lynn Ortega 6 years ago

    Such a Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Boy

  • Working Gringos 6 years ago

    To everyone who expressed their condolences, thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

  • Patti 6 years ago

    Dearest Ellen and Jim,

    I offer my sincere condolences in this your time of loss. My heart is broken for you both. I lost my husband on October 3, 2010. The loss of a family member is the greatest loss of all. You have received so very many wonderful comments from those that care. All that I can offer is that slowly time does begin to aid in the adjustment period. Life will never be normal again but regular and routine with a new standard of expectation. Hold strong.

    Blessings to your families and loved ones.

    Patti

  • Lenis Northmore 6 years ago

    Dear Ellen and Jim, I just read of the cruel loss of your beloved son. But such a brilliant burning meteor will leave a glowing trail in your lives that will cheer and comfort you in years to come. My sincerest condolences, Lenis

  • Joanne 6 years ago

    What a wonderful tribute to your son. It is apparent that he was so fortunate to have you both as his parents and that you made his life a wonderful place to be.
    My deepest heartfelt condolences go with you. May you some day find peace in your heart and let the memory of Dustin's smile keep the light on for you both.

  • jerome 6 years ago

    So sorry to read about the tragic loss of your child ....

  • Carlos 6 years ago

    Dear Jim and Ellen

    Luca and I want to express our deepest and most sincere condolences for your loss.

  • Tim Ghirardell 6 years ago

    I'm beyond words...my deepest condolences to you both. I'm sending warm, loving thoughts.

  • Trev 6 years ago

    My deepest condolences, Ellen and Jim.
    May you find strength in this difficult time.

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