R.I.P. Darby

Went to a memorial for my friend Darby this afternoon. Darby would have liked it-a bunch of A.A.'s gathered together to tell dumb jokes and eat free food. Patrick, you would have liked him, he an Irish drunk with a big red alcoholic nose and a smile on his face.

Darby was 37 years sober when he passed two weeks ago. He loved life. He loved to dance, and fittingly that's how he went. Was out dancing and went to men's room and had a heart attack.

Darby had a huge heart and gentle & kind spirit. He loved people and he loved life. I never heard him say an unkind word to anybody or about anybody, which is more than I can say for myself. He loved the street drunks and would take them blankets and cigarettes, and when required, booze. He detoxed more than dew on his couch.

Don P, used to say that you can't beat the game of life, you are either living it or you are dying it, but you can't beat it. Darby lived it by sharing it with everyone he met.

We have the secret to eternal life. Darby touched a lot of alcoholics and as long as they are touching alcoholic's lives and those ones go on to touch lives, Darby will always be with us. But having said that, I'm going to miss him. I was privileged to have know a guy like him.