Darren was many things to many people he was a beloved son to Elizabeth a much loved brother to Sian a loving Uncle to Cat and Robyn. He was also an adored and adoring partner to his much loved Hannah. The light of his life was his beautiful daughter Seren whose exploits and achievements he never tired of regaling anyone who would listen.
Darren was born in January 71 in Stockport and although he only lived there for just under 2 years the fact that he followed Stockport County's football results speaks volumes of his loyalty and dedication to football nerdiness We then moved . I can thank my brother for helping me fit in with all the men I worked with on joing the RAF. I could list the whole of the old first division and new premier league teams plus knew the off side rule.
In fact all sports were a must have in our house, golf, snooker, darts, rugby, cricket and football. We were an awesome team at A Question of Sport. Quizzes was another love of his and I wouldn't like to say he was competative but we did nearly come to blows with our cousin Martin when he clearly answered a question incorrectly and the family thought this was OK as he was only 5.... Not in our world!
Right and wrong was also a thing that Darren felt very strongly about. There was I only black and white in his life no room for the murkiness or grey. You were either right or you were wrong. This could of course be frustrating but what you were never in any doubt of with Darren is where you stood. He could hurt you sometimes with his directness but this was never intentional and in fact if he had known he had upset you he would be mortified. He just said what he felt and didn't realise he could be upsetting people,
He once said in conversation with my Mum and me that my Mum was like him "you just sy what you think Mum and don't worry about why people think" "not like you Sian you are far too worried about people so you always think about it first" My Mum bless her was insulted at first til I pointed out that from Darren that was a huge compliment to be like him and I fact it was Mr and my stupid sensitive ways that were being insulted.
My brother overcame mny things in his life a useless father God awful bullying in school and chronic low self esteem but what he did do was pick himself up and achieve so much. He did May things I admire he started afresh somewhere new and made a whole life for himself, he asserted himself to make sure he was never that timid little guy again. He owned his own property and made sure he and his family were looked after. We were always the absolute opposite of each other I never understood his careful ways and he never understood my live for today philosophy, it turned out neither of us were wrong or right.
The one thing we agreed on lways was that we lived our family. Every Sunday conversation was ended with I love you even of I had annoyed him or me him or him and Mum has managed to ru. Each other up the wrong way... I LOVE YOU is how every single conversation ended. I take comfort that the last words I spoke to my really annoying big brother were I Love you. Mum I know takes the same comfort so it is fitting that we now say it again. Darren I Love you x