We fondly remember a Sunday afternoon we spent with you walking up Pew Tor in the mist. It was crazy weather, Xander was scared, Evie was uncertain but you loved the magic of it. You danced and twirled in and out of the mist worrying me every time I couldn't see you. Each time you reappeared you looked happier and even more full of life. This is the Darcy we shall always remember.

We are heartbroken for all that you went through and for everyone who knew and loved you.

The Quinlan family x