Migrated from Facebook: The World was shattered

Our son, Aben, passed away on July 9th.

I love him more than words could ever say. And my heart is broken in a way that feels like it will never recover.

He was a soldier in the 82nd Airborne and was thrilled to be on a new adventure in life with his beautiful wife Ashley by his side. Arrangements are being made to bring him home to southern California so he can be close to all the people he loved as he grew up.

At his core, he was a sweet, gentle young man that loved to make everybody smile, and I am grateful that the last time I saw him, I gave him a hug and a big kiss on the cheek and told him how proud I was of him and that I loved him before he drove off to North Carolina.

Service Announcements will be made next week.

Goodnight, my sweet boy, rest in peace.

Aben Piers Hahn, 2000 - 2020

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