Im not too sure if I could ever truly capture the spirit of a little boy whose cheekiness and sweetness, and bravery made everyone who met him fall in love with him. I don't know of any other child who would have a spinal tap and chemo and then thank the nurses for giving him a dose of the good guys.
Darcy was struck down at 21mths with Non Hodgkins Lymphoma. He fought a hard battle and won it! No one was happier than my brother and sister in law and his big brother Angus.
In December '98 though, Darcy was struck down again, this time with the brain cancer Glioblastoma Multiforme. Again he readied to fight, but it was a battle he wouldn't win. He gave it a damn good shot though. I remember lot's of things. But my favourites?
Holding him in my arms the day before he died and singing him a lullaby. He spent his final Easter in hospital, and one day he demanded I climb up on his bed with him and he said "Ahnee (his pet name for me) I love you" and I replied "Squillionz". And then we were covered in bubbles, courtesy of my sister in law. He spent his final weeks at home, surrouned by those that loved him.
On the morning of April 28th '99, he decided there were angels to be taught a thing or two. As he lay in his dad arms, the big winds that we love came, and they swept him up, and when they left, they took him along with them. We sat with him a while, stroked his beautiful little face, wrapped him in a blanket & I picked a handful of his beloved dandelions to accompany him on the next part of his journey. He was buried the next day, to the sounds of Louis Armstrong Jones and the Wiggles. Among gentle rains, which we also loved, I ditched my shoes and walked in the mud, knowing he would be giggling somewhere and approving. We all wore an assortment of his fav colours of reds, purples, blues, and we held his favourite dandelions..
They say we become wiser as we become older. I'm not too sure about that..............
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