To all who read this... It is with the worst sorrow I have ever experienced that I type these words. Friday night after work I looked on facebook and saw a video of a man being shot repeatedly at a convenience store. For a breif moment I thought, this could be my son. I watched it over a few times, and tried to get a better view of his face but it was too distorted to tell. I noticed that the manerism of him flipping back his hair was so familiar. I started texting people and trying to locate my son. During this time his older brother came to the door with a look that will forever remain in my mind. I knew what was about to be said. The video of the man being barraged with bullets was my baby. I have sat out at 7 Eleven every night since this happend because its the only way I can be near him. He has not been released and I can't see him. During this time countless people have offered such heartfelt sorrow and tears. I saw the pain in their eyes from experiencing the video for themselves. I feel as a community we have all experienced the agonizing impact of this tragedy. These horrible images wont stop playing in my mind and I know I am not alone in this. People have handed me money even when I try to refuse it, they just want to do something. I am creating this page for those who want to help lay my son to rest. Huntington Beach was his home, and where we want to bury him. All services will be announced as they are scheduled. The public is welcome to come mourn with us. ______________________________________________
My name is John, and on Friday night I watched, over and over, as my older brother, Dillan Tabares, was shot and killed by a Huntington Beach police officer. I know that it has been all over the news and there are individuals with many different beliefs about the situation, but I wanted to take a couple moments of your time to tell you who that young man at the 7 Eleven really was. His name was Dillan Tabares. He was an incredibly intelligent, loving, misunderstood young man. After losing his father at a young age, Dillan was put through a gauntlet of tragedies that no person should be force to endure in one lifetime. My brother eventually found solid ground by joining the United States Navy as an Informations Systems Techinician and served our country for years. I watched as the boy I grew up with became a man and built a life with a career, home, and most importantly a future. As he grew older, and experienced the challenges of serving his country in war zones, my brother began to struggle with issues of mental illness and was eventually discharged due to these issues. Losing all of his military benefits, along with his career, home, and future, my brother was driven back to a life of being a misfit in our society. Debating the politics of the situation is not going to bring my brother back. Instead I am attempting to focus on keeping this tragedy respectful and laying my brother to rest as peacefully as possible. All help is greatfully appreciated and all funds will go directly to services for my big brother. Thank you.