The Deepest Sympathy to the Darroch family. Des probably saved my life when in 1992 when I suffered a stroke at work. I managed to escape from my busy office with incessant inward phone calls and enquiries, to his office downstairs to sit and have a break/rest. He fed me a couple of aspirins - which I reckon thinned my blood thereby slowing further effects to my stroke. I always remember him with grateful thanks. Ted. Kind regards. Ted Piner

Uncle Des, I'll always remember those many Sunday afternoons when we would go to your place on Crawford Road. The red Vdub was a familiar sight at the bottom of your hill. I can still picture you sitting in your chair with an open book beside you, surrounded by all your books standing proudly on the shelves. Books, books everywhere. I remember stopping in one Sunday before heading off to Athletic park to see the Pope in 1986. That's 40 years ago. How time flies! Those simple Sunday afternoons have stayed with me all these years. Rest in peace, your family will miss very much.

Uncle Des, you’ll be remembered for your love of music, books and photography. You were always up for a joke and a bit of fun. May you rest in peace now.

Des was a warm and caring person and was regarded as a public servant with the highest integrity when I worked with him in the Department of Education. He always had an inquiring mind and in his later years, joined with Ann, organized coffee mornings at which he gathered four or five other people whose conversation ,ranged over art, literature, politics, and psychology. Always with his customary good humor and compassion.