Dustin Alan Redden

Dustin Alan Redden, 32, passed away on September 19, 2026, in Beloit, Wisconsin.

He was born September 2, 1994, in Elk Grove, Illinois, the son of James Redden and Carol Glowinski, and stepson of Ann Extrom Redden. He attended Hononegah High School in Rockton.

He was an avid outdoorsman who loved fishing and tattooing. Those who knew him remember his humor and how much he loved his brothers and sisters.

Dustin is survived by his father, James Redden, and stepmother, Ann Extrom Redden; his mother, Carol Glowinski; his siblings, Anjelica Young, Mary Giska, Corey Redden, Brittany Redden, and Jeremy Waschell; his nieces and nephews, Katarina, Evie, Ireland, Alex, Davina, Sophia, and Ameliah; his grandparents Charlene Redden and Eugene Glowinski; and his uncles Chuck Harth, Michael Redden, John Glowinski, Jimmy Glowinski, and Jack Glowinski.

He was preceded in death by his grandfather James G. Redden Sr., his grandmother Mary Glowinski, and his uncle Alan Harth.

From his sister Mary

I didn’t think I would be writing a goodbye message to you so soon. I thought we would have been grey and old. Not 28 to your 32. Regardless of what people thought or what I tried to convince myself, I always had so much hope things would have changed for you and you would have gotten better. I wanted nothing more than to see you overcome your darkness and thrive in this world. Unfortunately, that day never came. Now I’m sitting here, having to mourn your loss and I am struggling and I’m breaking. I never wanted to have to say goodbye to my big brother. You used to be my confidant, my partner in crime, my protector. Now you are gone and I have to learn to live a new life where you are no longer here. I will never stop missing you and I will always love you. I know Nana will now take care of you and heal you and you’ll finally be at peace. Rest easy, big brother.

— Forever missing you, Mare

From his brother Corey

I’ve spent days trying to find the right words to say about you. And the truth is, I still don’t know the right words. Don’t think I ever will. Spent years and years watching shows, reading books, enjoying media where the main focus is almost always the relationship between two brothers. We didn’t have that in the end. Our relationship was complicated, and I think we both knew that it was. But I’m choosing to remember when we did have that; how I always followed you around, dressed how you dressed, drank the same drink you always drank, because I wanted to be like you. And no matter how much I annoyed you, we’d talk wrestling. Even got me a picture with Lilian Garcia at the only live show we ever went to together. I miss those moments, and I regret not trying harder to get them back. At least one day, I might be able to make up for lost time. I’ll see you wherever you are, brother.

From his sister Anjelica

Everyone has their own demons they battle through life, and my brother was no exception. But I choose to remember him before his battles. I choose to remember the cheeky little boy who would run around with a smile on his face, scream “SISSY!”, and beg me to play outside with him on our farm. I remember the little boy who helped Nana in the garden, told me about the girls he thought were “hot,” and asked me to come watch his football games. Being the oldest, I helped raise him, and I have always said my siblings aren’t just my siblings—they are my babies. Losing one of my babies has left an ache in my heart that words can’t describe. But I find comfort knowing he no longer has to battle. His heart can finally rest, and he can finally be free. Nana is waiting for you and will guide you through the next life. Until we meet again, little brother, rest peacefully.

Love, Sissy


Please note: A Private Family Memorial will be held for Dustin.