I was told that Darcy, a friend from Brandon Manitoba, passed a away early this morning. He had been ill for some time, but still managed to travel long distances to SCA events, where he maintained a cheerful attitude and flirted with all the girs. I just saw him 10 days ago at Crown. I didn't know him that well, but when I read Isobel's (his wife) post I started to cry. I was always so glad to see him at events. He always smiled. When I asked how he was doing he always said, "Oh, pretty good." If I pressed he might admit to being a bit tired. The picture is of me and Darcy up at Castel Rouge's 12th Night four months ago. I like imagine Darcy in heaven, not worrying about new treatments or being tired anymore, totally happy and relaxed.
