Born Darrell Lewis Brown on August 31, 1963 to parents George and Burleen Brown of Steam Mill. Died December 13, 2003 in the Victoria General Hospital in Halifax. And in between these two dates, my brother lived. Not just existed, but LIVED.

Darrell, or as we lovingly called him, “Boom”, was a stubborn child. Whenever Mom sent him outside to play in warm weather, he would always strip off his clothes and run
around the yard wearing only his sunglasses. This is a habit that stayed with him his entire life, as anyone who ever visited him at home would generally find him running around in nothing more than a speedo. Clothes were constricting, and Darrell hated to be constricted. He was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when he was 4 ½ years old. The life expectancy at that time was 5 years. He steadfastly refused to sleep in the mist tent because Mom was adamant that you did not put your face in plastic bags. So he was bribed by our parents with his own Shetland pony. The pony’s name was Winky and he was 3 months old when he came to the farm. I’m not sure who was more stubborn, Darrell or Winky, but they were great friends for twenty-seven years.
Darrell and I spent the late eighties dancing almost every night at the Old Orchard Inn with our friends. He often would jokingly try to sell me to the male patrons (Hey mister,
you want to buy my sister?) while I was letting interested females know that he was single. His favorite line at the time was “How married are you?” Yes, my brother was a
very friendly guy.

The early nineties saw Darrell attending Acadia University and getting married. He transferred to Carlton University in Ontario but returned home when his marriage ended. He started reading Tarot cards and became the Fortune Teller at Upper Clements Park, where we worked together until 1997. It was during this time that I nicknamed him “Wind In His Ears” referring to his ability to hear the spirits. He later adopted the title “Small
Medium at Large” when he took his Tarot reading on the road and attended shows. It was while at Upper Clements Park that Darrell met Tabatha, and along with her son, Jonah, they became what Darrell had always wanted; a family of his own. Darrell and
Tabatha were handfasted at the AEPG,

Darrell lived his life to the fullest and never let his illness get in the way. His favorite song was “We’re Here For A Good Time, Not A Long Time” and that was how he lived. Darrell left this plane of existence on a stormy December 13 th , 2003. Mom, Tabatha,
Jonah and I were with him when he took his last breath and, reuniting with Winky, rode off into the West.