DYLAN ROCCO MARITATO November 16, 2005-June 30, 2019
Dylan Rocco Maritato was born in New York, NY, on 11/16/2005 and died in a plane crash in Addison, TX, on 6/30/2019, at the age of 13.
Dylan’s mother, Ornella Ellard, his sister Alice and his stepfather, Brian Ellard, died in the same accident. Dylan is survived by his father Michele Maritato. He attended the following schools: Hightower Elementary, All Saints Catholic School
Dylan’s birth was a miracle, happening years after his parents were told they would never be able to conceive. Dylan’s life was a bright light. His older sister Alice, whom he adored, was the first oxygen to his flame. They did everything together and loved each other unconditionally.
Dylan was a problem solver. Math is not an opinion and has rigid perimeters of given possibilities, but for Dylan math was also art. Dylan left his teachers stunned with his ability to manipulate given mathematical passages to ultimately generate the hidden answer. Needless to say, solving the Rubik’s Cube came very easy for him.
Dylan knew how to give, but taking was something he was still learning. When Nonno Lorenzo wanted to buy him something, he would do anything to convince his grandpa not to spend for him. He didn’t need anything if that meant someone would have to give something away. Of course, Nonno Lorenzo wanted to spoil his beloved grandkids, but seeing such a careful young gentleman in Dylan was impossible not to appreciate or be charmed by.
Dylan loved eating at Mille Lire and loved uncle Giuliano’s food; both the place and food made him feel not just Italian, but also at home.
Dylan was proud of his Italian heritage and had a very strong bond with his beloved Italian Dad. Soccer is in the DNA of most Italian men. It was always the thing Michele shared with his son at any age. Being on a soccer-team was a natural thing to do. Michele could have not been prouder of Dylan’s passion and exceptional talent.
No matter how much love Dylan had for his family he never ran out of love for others as well. Dylan’s heart was not a pie. He had more than 8 slices of love to give. Just like his sister Alice, the infinite love he had for his Dad would not stop him from loving his stepfather as well. Dylan recently shaved for the first time. Instead of sharing this special moment only with his Dad, he asked to have also Brian’s presence for such a milestone commencement. Michele was proud that the three shared this wonderful vignette of life, one that will never leave Michele’s heart, now the only beating heart left.
Dylan lived as Alice’s junior but played the senior brother role as well – and well - with his little cousin Julian who adored him. Dylan nurtured and cared for the young cousin who saw him as his best playmate and friend. This role came easy for Dylan, whose empathy was like no other and not easy to find in other children, who in nature often tend to be selfish. Not Dylan. Once, when he was maybe 5 or 6, during a soccer game Ornella noticed that when Dylan realized that another child was injured and unable to fully play, Dylan made sure that the temporarily disabled kid would not feel left behind in the game and he even helped him score a goal.
Dylan, like his sister Alice loved zia Tiziana unconditionally and was unconditionally loved by her. His deep affection to her was so specific that he felt the need to come up with his own word to call her when he was very little. Aunt or zia both seemed an inaccurate label for the mother-like love he felt for her. “Zaya”, although just a sound, felt a better barometer to indicate the love he felt for his second mother. Problem solved.
At 13 Dylan had just entered adolescence. He was just changing into a young boy. He was beginning to see girls under a different light. Days ago, Dylan told his Dad that he had a girl of interest. After the long weekend, he would have asked her out on a date – his first date.
Dylan will always be a teenager unconsumed by living or by the living. It is impossible to make sense that Dylan won’t have the chance to process life and be the wonderful man he would have surely been. That Dylan would have been an impactful presence on this planet is as certain as any mathematical equation he would have loved solving. In algebra at times equations are impossible in nature. No one tells you that result until you process it, only to realize that there are no solutions to generate. Accepting his passing is that impossible of an equation. But that is the given equation. He was asked to be a child but being a young man is now the impossible result.
Dylan remains a miracle. A forever bright light. His memory is now the oxygen that will keep many flames alive and flickering for the years to come.
We love you Dylan. Forever.
MEMORIAL SERVICE:
Saturday, July 13, 2019 - 10:00 am - 11:30 am
PRESTONWOOD BAPTIST CHURCH
6801 W. Park Blvd., Plano, TX 75093
Dylan Rocco Maritato was born in New York, NY, on 11/16/2005 and died in a plane crash in Addison, TX, on 6/30/2019, at the age of 13.
Dylan’s mother, Ornella Ellard, his sister Alice and his stepfather, Brian Ellard, died in the same accident. Dylan is survived by his father Michele Maritato. He attended the following schools: Hightower Elementary, All Saints Catholic School
Dylan’s birth was a miracle, happening years after his parents were told they would never be able to conceive. Dylan’s life was a bright light. His older sister Alice, whom he adored, was the first oxygen to his flame. They did everything together and loved each other unconditionally.
Dylan was a problem solver. Math is not an opinion and has rigid perimeters of given possibilities, but for Dylan math was also art. Dylan left his teachers stunned with his ability to manipulate given mathematical passages to ultimately generate the hidden answer. Needless to say, solving the Rubik’s Cube came very easy for him.
Dylan knew how to give, but taking was something he was still learning. When Nonno Lorenzo wanted to buy him something, he would do anything to convince his grandpa not to spend for him. He didn’t need anything if that meant someone would have to give something away. Of course, Nonno Lorenzo wanted to spoil his beloved grandkids, but seeing such a careful young gentleman in Dylan was impossible not to appreciate or be charmed by.
Dylan loved eating at Mille Lire and loved uncle Giuliano’s food; both the place and food made him feel not just Italian, but also at home.
Dylan was proud of his Italian heritage and had a very strong bond with his beloved Italian Dad. Soccer is in the DNA of most Italian men. It was always the thing Michele shared with his son at any age. Being on a soccer-team was a natural thing to do. Michele could have not been prouder of Dylan’s passion and exceptional talent.
No matter how much love Dylan had for his family he never ran out of love for others as well. Dylan’s heart was not a pie. He had more than 8 slices of love to give. Just like his sister Alice, the infinite love he had for his Dad would not stop him from loving his stepfather as well. Dylan recently shaved for the first time. Instead of sharing this special moment only with his Dad, he asked to have also Brian’s presence for such a milestone commencement. Michele was proud that the three shared this wonderful vignette of life, one that will never leave Michele’s heart, now the only beating heart left.
Dylan lived as Alice’s junior but played the senior brother role as well – and well - with his little cousin Julian who adored him. Dylan nurtured and cared for the young cousin who saw him as his best playmate and friend. This role came easy for Dylan, whose empathy was like no other and not easy to find in other children, who in nature often tend to be selfish. Not Dylan. Once, when he was maybe 5 or 6, during a soccer game Ornella noticed that when Dylan realized that another child was injured and unable to fully play, Dylan made sure that the temporarily disabled kid would not feel left behind in the game and he even helped him score a goal.
Dylan, like his sister Alice loved zia Tiziana unconditionally and was unconditionally loved by her. His deep affection to her was so specific that he felt the need to come up with his own word to call her when he was very little. Aunt or zia both seemed an inaccurate label for the mother-like love he felt for her. “Zaya”, although just a sound, felt a better barometer to indicate the love he felt for his second mother. Problem solved.
At 13 Dylan had just entered adolescence. He was just changing into a young boy. He was beginning to see girls under a different light. Days ago, Dylan told his Dad that he had a girl of interest. After the long weekend, he would have asked her out on a date – his first date.
Dylan will always be a teenager unconsumed by living or by the living. It is impossible to make sense that Dylan won’t have the chance to process life and be the wonderful man he would have surely been. That Dylan would have been an impactful presence on this planet is as certain as any mathematical equation he would have loved solving. In algebra at times equations are impossible in nature. No one tells you that result until you process it, only to realize that there are no solutions to generate. Accepting his passing is that impossible of an equation. But that is the given equation. He was asked to be a child but being a young man is now the impossible result.
Dylan remains a miracle. A forever bright light. His memory is now the oxygen that will keep many flames alive and flickering for the years to come.
We love you Dylan. Forever.
MEMORIAL SERVICE:
Saturday, July 13, 2019 - 10:00 am - 11:30 am
PRESTONWOOD BAPTIST CHURCH
6801 W. Park Blvd., Plano, TX 75093
DYLAN ROCCO MARITATO November 16, 2005-June 30, 2019
Dylan Rocco Maritato was born in New York, NY, on 11/16/2005 and died in a plane crash in Addison, TX, on 6/30/2019, at the age of 13.
Dylan’s mother, Ornella Ellard, his sister Alice and his stepfather, Brian Ellard, died in the same accident. Dylan is survived by his father Michele Maritato. He attended the following schools: Hightower Elementary, All Saints Catholic School
Dylan’s birth was a miracle, happening years after his parents were told they would never be able to conceive. Dylan’s life was a bright light. His older sister Alice, whom he adored, was the first oxygen to his flame. They did everything together and loved each other unconditionally.
Dylan was a problem solver. Math is not an opinion and has rigid perimeters of given possibilities, but for Dylan math was also art. Dylan left his teachers stunned with his ability to manipulate given mathematical passages to ultimately generate the hidden answer. Needless to say, solving the Rubik’s Cube came very easy for him.
Dylan knew how to give, but taking was something he was still learning. When Nonno Lorenzo wanted to buy him something, he would do anything to convince his grandpa not to spend for him. He didn’t need anything if that meant someone would have to give something away. Of course, Nonno Lorenzo wanted to spoil his beloved grandkids, but seeing such a careful young gentleman in Dylan was impossible not to appreciate or be charmed by.
Dylan loved eating at Mille Lire and loved uncle Giuliano’s food; both the place and food made him feel not just Italian, but also at home.
Dylan was proud of his Italian heritage and had a very strong bond with his beloved Italian Dad. Soccer is in the DNA of most Italian men. It was always the thing Michele shared with his son at any age. Being on a soccer-team was a natural thing to do. Michele could have not been prouder of Dylan’s passion and exceptional talent.
No matter how much love Dylan had for his family he never ran out of love for others as well. Dylan’s heart was not a pie. He had more than 8 slices of love to give. Just like his sister Alice, the infinite love he had for his Dad would not stop him from loving his stepfather as well. Dylan recently shaved for the first time. Instead of sharing this special moment only with his Dad, he asked to have also Brian’s presence for such a milestone commencement. Michele was proud that the three shared this wonderful vignette of life, one that will never leave Michele’s heart, now the only beating heart left.
Dylan lived as Alice’s junior but played the senior brother role as well – and well - with his little cousin Julian who adored him. Dylan nurtured and cared for the young cousin who saw him as his best playmate and friend. This role came easy for Dylan, whose empathy was like no other and not easy to find in other children, who in nature often tend to be selfish. Not Dylan. Once, when he was maybe 5 or 6, during a soccer game Ornella noticed that when Dylan realized that another child was injured and unable to fully play, Dylan made sure that the temporarily disabled kid would not feel left behind in the game and he even helped him score a goal.
Dylan, like his sister Alice loved zia Tiziana unconditionally and was unconditionally loved by her. His deep affection to her was so specific that he felt the need to come up with his own word to call her when he was very little. Aunt or zia both seemed an inaccurate label for the mother-like love he felt for her. “Zaya”, although just a sound, felt a better barometer to indicate the love he felt for his second mother. Problem solved.
At 13 Dylan had just entered adolescence. He was just changing into a young boy. He was beginning to see girls under a different light. Days ago, Dylan told his Dad that he had a girl of interest. After the long weekend, he would have asked her out on a date – his first date.
Dylan will always be a teenager unconsumed by living or by the living. It is impossible to make sense that Dylan won’t have the chance to process life and be the wonderful man he would have surely been. That Dylan would have been an impactful presence on this planet is as certain as any mathematical equation he would have loved solving. In algebra at times equations are impossible in nature. No one tells you that result until you process it, only to realize that there are no solutions to generate. Accepting his passing is that impossible of an equation. But that is the given equation. He was asked to be a child but being a young man is now the impossible result.
Dylan remains a miracle. A forever bright light. His memory is now the oxygen that will keep many flames alive and flickering for the years to come.
We love you Dylan. Forever.
MEMORIAL SERVICE:
Saturday, July 13, 2019 - 10:00 am - 11:30 am
PRESTONWOOD BAPTIST CHURCH
6801 W. Park Blvd., Plano, TX 75093
Dylan Rocco Maritato was born in New York, NY, on 11/16/2005 and died in a plane crash in Addison, TX, on 6/30/2019, at the age of 13.
Dylan’s mother, Ornella Ellard, his sister Alice and his stepfather, Brian Ellard, died in the same accident. Dylan is survived by his father Michele Maritato. He attended the following schools: Hightower Elementary, All Saints Catholic School
Dylan’s birth was a miracle, happening years after his parents were told they would never be able to conceive. Dylan’s life was a bright light. His older sister Alice, whom he adored, was the first oxygen to his flame. They did everything together and loved each other unconditionally.
Dylan was a problem solver. Math is not an opinion and has rigid perimeters of given possibilities, but for Dylan math was also art. Dylan left his teachers stunned with his ability to manipulate given mathematical passages to ultimately generate the hidden answer. Needless to say, solving the Rubik’s Cube came very easy for him.
Dylan knew how to give, but taking was something he was still learning. When Nonno Lorenzo wanted to buy him something, he would do anything to convince his grandpa not to spend for him. He didn’t need anything if that meant someone would have to give something away. Of course, Nonno Lorenzo wanted to spoil his beloved grandkids, but seeing such a careful young gentleman in Dylan was impossible not to appreciate or be charmed by.
Dylan loved eating at Mille Lire and loved uncle Giuliano’s food; both the place and food made him feel not just Italian, but also at home.
Dylan was proud of his Italian heritage and had a very strong bond with his beloved Italian Dad. Soccer is in the DNA of most Italian men. It was always the thing Michele shared with his son at any age. Being on a soccer-team was a natural thing to do. Michele could have not been prouder of Dylan’s passion and exceptional talent.
No matter how much love Dylan had for his family he never ran out of love for others as well. Dylan’s heart was not a pie. He had more than 8 slices of love to give. Just like his sister Alice, the infinite love he had for his Dad would not stop him from loving his stepfather as well. Dylan recently shaved for the first time. Instead of sharing this special moment only with his Dad, he asked to have also Brian’s presence for such a milestone commencement. Michele was proud that the three shared this wonderful vignette of life, one that will never leave Michele’s heart, now the only beating heart left.
Dylan lived as Alice’s junior but played the senior brother role as well – and well - with his little cousin Julian who adored him. Dylan nurtured and cared for the young cousin who saw him as his best playmate and friend. This role came easy for Dylan, whose empathy was like no other and not easy to find in other children, who in nature often tend to be selfish. Not Dylan. Once, when he was maybe 5 or 6, during a soccer game Ornella noticed that when Dylan realized that another child was injured and unable to fully play, Dylan made sure that the temporarily disabled kid would not feel left behind in the game and he even helped him score a goal.
Dylan, like his sister Alice loved zia Tiziana unconditionally and was unconditionally loved by her. His deep affection to her was so specific that he felt the need to come up with his own word to call her when he was very little. Aunt or zia both seemed an inaccurate label for the mother-like love he felt for her. “Zaya”, although just a sound, felt a better barometer to indicate the love he felt for his second mother. Problem solved.
At 13 Dylan had just entered adolescence. He was just changing into a young boy. He was beginning to see girls under a different light. Days ago, Dylan told his Dad that he had a girl of interest. After the long weekend, he would have asked her out on a date – his first date.
Dylan will always be a teenager unconsumed by living or by the living. It is impossible to make sense that Dylan won’t have the chance to process life and be the wonderful man he would have surely been. That Dylan would have been an impactful presence on this planet is as certain as any mathematical equation he would have loved solving. In algebra at times equations are impossible in nature. No one tells you that result until you process it, only to realize that there are no solutions to generate. Accepting his passing is that impossible of an equation. But that is the given equation. He was asked to be a child but being a young man is now the impossible result.
Dylan remains a miracle. A forever bright light. His memory is now the oxygen that will keep many flames alive and flickering for the years to come.
We love you Dylan. Forever.
MEMORIAL SERVICE:
Saturday, July 13, 2019 - 10:00 am - 11:30 am
PRESTONWOOD BAPTIST CHURCH
6801 W. Park Blvd., Plano, TX 75093
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