A Man of our hearts

A week ago today, one of my favorite people in the whole world passed away. Darrell J. Dodson, our Reese Hill Road neighbor of many many years; a lover of science, always inquisitive, always ready with a story from the many chapters of his life. He and Annabelle returned to Reese Hill Road somewhere around my second grade year. I can’t quite imagine a world without Darrell. Regrettably, I had not seen him as much as I would have liked the last couple years, living between Alaska and the open road. But I remember clearly our last visit. It was on Solstice 2006, when Gerrit and I departed Whatcom County for our long drive north. We stopped off at his little apartment in Lynden to say goodbye, and I am so grateful that Gerrit was able to meet him, so he has a face to put to all the stories I have about Darrell. I remember how he came out of his apartment to wave as we drove away, the way he always would when one would visit him on Reese Hill Road. He would always walk you out, talk a little bit, light up a smoke and wave you home. That’s how I remember him. I miss him so. We love you Darrell.