Tributes are short messages commemorating Darryl, or an expression of support to his closest family and friends. Leave your first tribute here, and others will follow.
I wish you were here so we could celebrate properly... The way we always did... You are always my protector.... My mechanic... My brother.. my friend.
I will never forget you and you'll always be in my heart.
Happy birthday bro...
Brian
I've known Darryl since I was 6 years old. He's always been around. It's still odd to know that he's no longer with us. I felt safer wroth Darryl in the neighborhood. He was always so reliable. He was there before you knew you needed him. I van recall two times that he was there for me before I even realized I needed him! A few times that he noticed something was wrong on my car before I did and he would just fix it, once I believe he hast came and told me, hey this was wrong and he had already fixed it. He made our neighborhood safe on several levels. Darryl was the type of grandpa that every child deserves.
Not seeing him sit in front of the house everyday is going to be weird but I'm ALWAYS going to see him sitting there on the tree box, no matter what. Wearing jeans, no shirt and smoking a cig waving hello. To me, that is where he will forever be.
Some of the happiest memories in my life were the summers that Darryl and I spent in Campbell. We had a fort out back that we carpeted from floor to ceiling that we hung out in. We used to throw our bmx bikes over the back yard fence, ride the creek channels to the mall and back and then toss the bikes back over the fence and hang out in the fort with the stuff we got from the mall.
We also played tennis ball baseball out front and used to hit the balls over this one neighbors house. That was a home run. One day we went to go get a ball because we were out and the neighbor laughed and gave us a box he had been saving for us that he collected out of his back lawn. LOL
We also used to ride our bikes to this one store where they had a pinball machine. Darryl and I would rack up a bunch of free games and then sell our games off to kids that wanted to play, then take that money and buy snacks we wanted.
He was always there when I needed mechanic help too. He was a genius when it came to taking something apart and putting it back together.
He was my Brother, My protector, My mechanic, an Uncle to my Boys and My best friend. I will miss him dearly,
Brian.
