Barb Cook
I only met him on one or two occasions. Our connection was we are grandparents to the same child. My memory of him is one that is shared and one I want our grandchild to remember. The day she was born was a wet/slushy, blustery and cold. Darrel was so happy to have a granddaughter, he took on the elements on a bicycle to get to the hospital to meet her. He cared. RIP