At the time of Darryl’s funeral it was agreed that the lad would not miss out on the road trip to Coff’s Harbour that he had so looked forward to joining. So some of his Ulysses mates took him north with them. It has taken awhile for me to document the visual narrative of his journey My grief is still very raw. In little over a week it will be Darryl’s birthday and the seventh month anniversary of his death. It feels more like ten years since he died. When Keith Gibson sent these photos through I confess I shed many tears. I am ready to show them now. It was quite some trip that they went on.
Thanks for looking after him so well guys and for bringing him safely back home to be very near to me.