02/07/2026
This is my least favorite time of year. I’ve never enjoying having a birthday in February. It’s cold. It’s dark. It feels like it’s time to go to bed at 7:00 pm.
Which is why, I am again, this year, asking you to honor my brother, Darren, with a donation to the Darren Haney Memorial Scholarship Fund. Darren’s birthday is February 7th. Mine is February 18th.
https://www.sicf.org/dhaney
Your gifts make possible scholarships which are given in memory of Dr. Darren W. Haney, who served as the ESL Coordinator for the Murphysboro School District for three years {2017-2020), where he taught ESL at the high school as well as at the elementary and middle schools. Darren often spoke of his time teaching in Murphysboro as the happiest time of his life, and of his great affection for his students and fellow faculty members.
Darren was a passionate and dedicated teacher who cared immensely about his students, both inside and outside the classroom. Darren was a caring and generous soul. He was always willing and eager to respond when he saw someone in need.
We, his family, honor his memory and hope to continue his legacy of learning by awarding scholarships to graduating seniors every year. Rest assured that your contribution will make an impact, whether you donate $5 or $500. Every little bit helps.
It’s the time of year when seniors will be applying for scholarships, which will be awarded in May. Please help me create some light in what has been a dark and sad time for many people.
Thank you and blessings,
Dawn
P.S. Poetry never spoke to me as much as it did to Darren. And yet I found, in the most unlikely of places (television), something that felt more like poetry to me than anything ever has. I find it especially meaningful at this time of year, both because of the season, and because of Darren. I don’t know who wrote it – I just know it was spoken at the end of an episode of “Call The Midwife”.
"When the autumn starts to dampen into winter…should we say
the nights are getting dark? Should we thrust our hands in our pockets and anticipate the chill?
Or should we say light the fire, draw close, it will not be as cold as you imagine.
The seasons will always turn…the clouds will gather, and the cold will come. We will survive them.
We will grow regardless of the weather. We will know wonder where there has been despair.
There will be happiness and we will remember it. There will be friendships which we won’t forget.
Love is the constant whereby we endure all winters and all storms. It is the climate in which all things can thrive.
Welcome the darkness; embrace it as a canopy from which the stars can hang; for there are always stars when we are where we ought to be, amongst the faces we love best. Each with our place, each with our purpose, as fixed and familiar as the constellations.
The darkness is beautiful, for how else can we shine?"