Tuesday, March 10, 2015
From the time I was born, I always had my Aunt Debbie and Uncle Darrell. They were, and still are, a big part of my life. They always showed me the love and understanding that a child needs while growing into adulthood. Darrell, in particular, taught me many things about life: working hard, playing hard, how to behave, and how not to behave. He helped me out more than once, when I really needed help. There are a few instances that come to mind: He gave me a job on more than one occasion, when I really needed one. He also helped me by co-signing for what I consider to be my first car that I paid for on my own (that car is still running and on the road today, by the way). Regardless of his legendary temperamental personality, he was a man that I could count on when I needed him; and, although I haven't seen him in several years, I will miss him and often think fondly of him. He was, and will always be my "Uncle Darrell."
