A Good Man Gone
I almost don't remember when I didn't know Darrell. We were first cousins, companions when our lives shared geography, and intimate life-long friends. We spanned eight decades, beginning so long ago in Meade when he came through a straggly hedge that separated our adjoining lots. He was wearing a silly aviator's helmet--America was at war--and identified himself as my cousin. Very soon I began to think of him as a brother, a relationship that never weakened.
I knew him in many contexts, and the one that burst out like lightening on a summers' night was his human solidity. He was a stellar Christian citizen, a wonderful father, and a steadfast and joyfull friend to many. I don't remember when he didn't work. I don't remember him ever failing in a duty. He lived his quiet life in his corner of Kansas and if he ever complained, I never heard it, nor, I suspect, did God.
Many years ago, when I was in college in Austin I visited him at Fort Hood, TX. He is the only man I ever knew who took basic training as a sergeant. He deserved it.
Time is an arrow and death comes to old men. That noted and even so, the world has been diminished.
Posted by Dr. James Hickey
Monday May 7, 2018 at 7:45 pm