Finding Mr. Darcy
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Help me find Mr. Darcy. I’m going to start by saying that this is incredibly difficult for me to do. Asking anyone for help does not come easily to me or Kevin. And while I’m an open book, Kevin is more reserved, as is the British way. We have not been open about our lives for almost a year now. But now we feel that we must be open because we desperately need help and we don’t really know how else to do it.
On May 30, 2017, Kevin was at work like any other Tuesday. Kevin always called me on his lunch break. On that particular day, I was at a doctors appointment because I was 6 months pregnant with Caroline. It was 12:30 and I hadn’t heard from Kevin, so I called him. A police officer answered the phone. He explained to me that Kevin was in the hospital after being brutally beaten and hit in the head with a blunt object. Kevin was knocked unconscious for an unknown amount of time. The only thing he remembered that day was a homeless man running towards him with something large in his hand after that he blacked out. When he came to, he hit his phone until 911 was called.
The days, weeks and months that followed were all a blur. As with some brain injuries, his condition worsened over time. He suffers from severe PTSD. Without going into detail for legal reasons, Kevin will never be the same.
On November 9, 2017, 2 months to the day after Caroline was born, Kevin collapsed in our living room. When he finally came to after shaking him for what seemed like an eternity, I asked him what happened. And he said I don’t know, where am I? I told him that he was home and safe. He looked at me with a blank stare and asked me who I was. I screamed and immediately dialed 911. Kevin was hospitalized for a week and no memories have returned. He has total and complete amnesia.
I had to tell my husband that I was his wife of almost 8 years, I had to tell him that we have 2 beautiful children, and when he asked to see and meet his parents, I had to tell him they had both died years ago. It was probably the most devastating day of my life.
Kevin retains most things after November 9, 2017 but he has no recollection of anything before that date. We hoped that he’d have some memories return by now, but nothing. In his mind his life began on November 9, 2017. Doctors don’t know if his memory will ever return but I pray daily that someday they do.
Im unable to work because Kevin needs someone with him all the time. Financially it has been difficult. And we are desperately trying to help him remember who he is.
And so I believe that the best way to do that is by taking him home to England. I think he needs to see his family and walk and live in the village for a few weeks. He needs to see the countryside he was born in and smell the air. But taking a family of 4 to England is not cheap. Airfare, a place to stay, rental car, food, it all adds up fast. But we feel that it might be the key to finding Mr. Darcy.
I desperately miss my husband. I miss our inside jokes, our banter and the way we knew exactly what each other is thinking with just one look. He is my best friend and he doesn’t know me and it breaks my heart every single day. We lived a life together for 9 years filled with laughter and adventures. And he desperately wants to remember. Our children we worked so hard to have, deserve to have the amazing man better known as Kevin Darcy back. I need them to know the man I fell in love with, the man that swept me off my feet 9 years ago.
I’m hoping that England will ignite something within Kevin and he will return to us. But we simply cannot afford it and so I’m hoping and praying that some of you might be able to help me get my husband back. He’s so lost. And we’ve been praying for some time now and we feel a trip home might unlock his memory. So if you can help us in any way, we would be forever grateful. And if someday we are in a position to pay it forward, you better believe we will.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and please don’t feel obligated to donate. We can also use prayers and good energy surrounding our family. We are in crisis and we are finally at a point that we are asking our village of friends and family to keep us in your thoughts and prayers. We can no longer keep this a secret. We’ve carried this burden alone, mostly silently for too long. We need help. Please, please help me bring back Mr. Darcy.
On May 30, 2017, Kevin was at work like any other Tuesday. Kevin always called me on his lunch break. On that particular day, I was at a doctors appointment because I was 6 months pregnant with Caroline. It was 12:30 and I hadn’t heard from Kevin, so I called him. A police officer answered the phone. He explained to me that Kevin was in the hospital after being brutally beaten and hit in the head with a blunt object. Kevin was knocked unconscious for an unknown amount of time. The only thing he remembered that day was a homeless man running towards him with something large in his hand after that he blacked out. When he came to, he hit his phone until 911 was called.
The days, weeks and months that followed were all a blur. As with some brain injuries, his condition worsened over time. He suffers from severe PTSD. Without going into detail for legal reasons, Kevin will never be the same.
On November 9, 2017, 2 months to the day after Caroline was born, Kevin collapsed in our living room. When he finally came to after shaking him for what seemed like an eternity, I asked him what happened. And he said I don’t know, where am I? I told him that he was home and safe. He looked at me with a blank stare and asked me who I was. I screamed and immediately dialed 911. Kevin was hospitalized for a week and no memories have returned. He has total and complete amnesia.
I had to tell my husband that I was his wife of almost 8 years, I had to tell him that we have 2 beautiful children, and when he asked to see and meet his parents, I had to tell him they had both died years ago. It was probably the most devastating day of my life.
Kevin retains most things after November 9, 2017 but he has no recollection of anything before that date. We hoped that he’d have some memories return by now, but nothing. In his mind his life began on November 9, 2017. Doctors don’t know if his memory will ever return but I pray daily that someday they do.
Im unable to work because Kevin needs someone with him all the time. Financially it has been difficult. And we are desperately trying to help him remember who he is.
And so I believe that the best way to do that is by taking him home to England. I think he needs to see his family and walk and live in the village for a few weeks. He needs to see the countryside he was born in and smell the air. But taking a family of 4 to England is not cheap. Airfare, a place to stay, rental car, food, it all adds up fast. But we feel that it might be the key to finding Mr. Darcy.
I desperately miss my husband. I miss our inside jokes, our banter and the way we knew exactly what each other is thinking with just one look. He is my best friend and he doesn’t know me and it breaks my heart every single day. We lived a life together for 9 years filled with laughter and adventures. And he desperately wants to remember. Our children we worked so hard to have, deserve to have the amazing man better known as Kevin Darcy back. I need them to know the man I fell in love with, the man that swept me off my feet 9 years ago.
I’m hoping that England will ignite something within Kevin and he will return to us. But we simply cannot afford it and so I’m hoping and praying that some of you might be able to help me get my husband back. He’s so lost. And we’ve been praying for some time now and we feel a trip home might unlock his memory. So if you can help us in any way, we would be forever grateful. And if someday we are in a position to pay it forward, you better believe we will.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and please don’t feel obligated to donate. We can also use prayers and good energy surrounding our family. We are in crisis and we are finally at a point that we are asking our village of friends and family to keep us in your thoughts and prayers. We can no longer keep this a secret. We’ve carried this burden alone, mostly silently for too long. We need help. Please, please help me bring back Mr. Darcy.
Organizador
Meilee O'Day Darcy
Organizador
Fullerton, CA
