Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Darryl was my Uncle.
He was always smiling no matter what discomfort he might have been in.
Whenever I visited my Grandmother he was always there, not just because he lived there with her, but he was there in the spirit of conversation always listening and quite active in the conversation.
I'm sure he has some hidden comic artwork of his own that I hope to find. He loved reading comics most of his life and drawing characters. As far as his poetry, this I have not seen, yet but am curious to read.
I didn't see him that often, but he was loved just the same; he will be missed.
I am sure God has a plan for Darryl as he does for each of us.