Support for Darwin Scott Pilkington's Family

This fundraiser is intended to help cover expenses as Della, Destiny, and Charity deal with this unexpected loss.

We are flooded with emotions at this time that range from anger to tears and everything in between. Early on February 2nd a wonderful person was taken from this earth too soon. Darwin Scott Pilkington, age 64, passed away from a sudden heart attack. The words don’t even feel real as I am typing them. For those of you who knew Scott, he was a man of many colors. He could blend in with any group of people, no matter their background, race, gender, or identity. He could also stand out like a sore thumb when he wanted to because everyone knows that Scott loved a good, shocked face. Growing up in the Pilkington house was never boring, and oftentimes my sister and I muted ourselves because we were embarrassed by how out there our parents were.

There were times that I was embarrassed of their beliefs and traditions, and I would express that vehemently. There were also times that I was amazed by my parent’s compassion for others and deep empathy that they expressed, even to complete strangers. As we age, we go through cycles of anger, disappointment, and acceptance of the way we were raised, and we try to learn from our parents’ mistakes and become the best versions of ourselves. Our father was a loving and devoted man who would have laid his life down if you asked him to. He never wanted a discussion to be too serious and would quickly retort to a joke or sarcasm to keep things light or avoid the topic. He treated my sister and me differently; he told me that he was not ashamed of that because we are different people and have different needs. There was never a time that we questioned if our parents loved us or were proud of the people that we became. Growing up, our house was always full of love and acceptance. I wish I could have told my dad these things one more time. I love you daddy, you were a strong, compassionate, stubborn old goat, and you will never be forgotten. Rest your tired soul and find some peace; our souls will touch again one day soon.

Our mother and father have been together since high school, young love birds whose souls were meant to be united. A few years ago, my mother had an accident and became unable to work any longer. My dad picked up the pieces and rebuilt the downstairs of their house so that my mom would be comfortable and accommodate her new lifestyle. My dad was a hardworking man that rarely sat idle; he would work all day at a machine shop and then come home to work on the house, or someone’s car, or a project for a friend; that’s just the man that he was. My dad was my mom’s whole world, and their love is indescribable. Please say a prayer for my mom as she navigates this new world without her love and starts a different chapter in her life.

Thank you for all your support from all our hearts, Destiny Stevens, Charity Keeton, and Della Pilkington