Darrell (Dee) Thomas CookSunrise September 3, 1974 Sunset November 28, 2001 Darrell (Dee) Thomas Cook was taken away from his loving family on the night of November 28, 2001. He was shot and killed in an attempted robbery, although the only thing taken was his life. He leaves to cherish his memory, one son, Zakary Thomas Cook, a loving and devoted mother, Ms. Mary Cook, one sister and brother-n-law, Michelle & Donald Campbell, one brother and sister-n-law, Michael & Vera Parker, two nieces, Heather Plunkett & Sable Parker, one nephew, Rickie Plunkett, and a host of other relatives and friends. There have been angels in my life, while they haven't arrived in a blast of trumpets or a rustle of wings, I've known them just the same. They performed their acts in human guise, sometimes borrowing the faces of family and friends, sometimes posing as well meaning strangers. You have known them, too, when just the right word was needed, when a tiny act of kindness made a great difference.. or perhaps you heard a voice in a night of sorrow, the words not quite clear but the meaning unmistakable ... "There is hope...There is hope." "A BETTER PLACE" Cry for me no more the many tears of sadness My time in this world was over and it came to pass. Bring the photos of old time and see them not with tear-filled eyes But with eyes of joy and laughter and smile once more with me. Know that I am in a better place one without disease without hatred and without death This kingdom I now call home. I wait here for you When your time comes to pass to ease the transition from the old to the new. Cry for me no more. Remember only the laughter. For I am in another realm And I wait to see you again. " FOOTPRINTS ON THE HEART " some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same. Will you know me When I get to your home? When I walk through the gates Will you call me you own? Will you say, My sister? Or, Hi! What's your name? Will I look different? Will you look the same? How will we act? will it be like before? Will we laugh again Til our sides are sore? Will the love be like it should Between a sister and a brother? Or will it be as if We just met one another? When I get there You'll never be alone. Will you know me When I get to your home? On the night the Angel came and took your hand, We cried as you left for an unknown land. But Heaven rejoiced as you came into sight, for your soul was a diamond, shining so bright! "ALL IS WELL" Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All Is Well. Good Times I still find it hard to believe that my brother is gone from this world. I think what comforts me the most is believing that he is in Heaven with his first child, Christopher who was still-born. I believe Darrell is now holding and loving a child he never had a chance to on this earth. I can only wait till the day I will see them again. Darrell, I love and miss you with all my heart. I know that you are safe now from all the pain and hurt in this world. That is what helps me to go on. Your Loving Sister, Michelle
Darrell (Dee) Thomas Cook
Sunrise September 3, 1974
Sunset November 28, 2001
Darrell (Dee) Thomas Cook was taken away from his loving family on the night of November 28, 2001. He was shot and killed in an attempted robbery, although the only thing taken was his life. He leaves to cherish his memory, one son, Zakary Thomas Cook, a loving and devoted mother, Ms. Mary Cook, one sister and brother-n-law, Michelle & Donald Campbell, one brother and sister-n-law, Michael & Vera Parker, two nieces, Heather Plunkett & Sable Parker, one nephew, Rickie Plunkett, and a host of other relatives and friends.
There have been angels in my life, while they haven't arrived in a blast of trumpets or a rustle of wings, I've known them just the same. They performed their acts in human guise, sometimes borrowing the faces of family and friends, sometimes posing as well meaning strangers. You have known them, too, when just the right word was needed, when a tiny act of kindness made a great difference.. or perhaps you heard a voice in a night of sorrow, the words not quite clear but the meaning unmistakable ... "There is hope...There is hope."
"A BETTER PLACE"
Cry for me no more the many tears of sadness My time in this world was over and it came to pass. Bring the photos of old time and see them not with tear-filled eyes But with eyes of joy and laughter and smile once more with me. Know that I am in a better place one without disease without hatred and without death This kingdom I now call home. I wait here for you When your time comes to pass to ease the transition from the old to the new. Cry for me no more. Remember only the laughter. For I am in another realm And I wait to see you again.
" FOOTPRINTS ON THE HEART "
some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same.
Will you know me When I get to your home? When I walk through the gates Will you call me you own? Will you say, My sister? Or, Hi! What's your name? Will I look different? Will you look the same? How will we act? will it be like before? Will we laugh again Til our sides are sore? Will the love be like it should Between a sister and a brother? Or will it be as if We just met one another? When I get there You'll never be alone. Will you know me When I get to your home?
On the night the Angel came and took your hand, We cried as you left for an unknown land. But Heaven rejoiced as you came into sight, for your soul was a diamond, shining so bright!
"ALL IS WELL"
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All Is Well.
I still find it hard to believe that my brother is gone from this world. I think what comforts me the most is believing that he is in Heaven with his first child, Christopher who was still-born. I believe Darrell is now holding and loving a child he never had a chance to on this earth. I can only wait till the day I will see them again. Darrell, I love and miss you with all my heart. I know that you are safe now from all the pain and hurt in this world. That is what helps me to go on. Your Loving Sister, Michelle
