Daryl Boyd Jemmett

We've had a decade to come to terms with the fact that life is not fair, and that sometimes good people get bad diagnoses. Perhaps the only merciful thing about cancer is that Daryl's family and friends have had time to accept that reality. He didn't want it to be said that he had "passed away;" but that he'd croaked or kicked the bucket.  When talking about what happens when we die, Daryl always said he'd be worm food. Well, the joke is on the worms; he's being cremated. Daryl's biggest concern about cremation is that he'll start a grease fire in the mortuary.

Daryl hopes to be remembered as funny, kind, and helpful.

Daryl Boyd Jemmett was born in Caldwell, Idaho; the fourth child of Bonnie and Boyd Jemmett. Daryl grew up in Homedale, Idaho, where he developed an interest in "how things work" that led him to hanging around Dad's shop, learning about cars and repairing lawn mowers. His mom dragged him kicking to church and tried to teach him to be a God-fearing man; but he was always more interested in hunting, cars, dogs, cats, motorcycles, or even chores.  In time, Daryl's life would prove that a man can have high moral character independent of religion.

His father was a craftsman who repaired clocks and built beautiful furniture and toys.  Boyd Jemmett taught his son work ethic and high standards in all he did. Daryl continued through his life to demand exacting standards in anything connected to him, whether it was a commercial laundry facility, a car, or a chicken coop. Whether in auto mechanics, electrical work, metal fabrication, or woodworking, there seemed to be nothing he couldn't build, repair, or master. More importantly, he was always willing to share his knowledge.

Daryl's older sisters are Judie, Doralee, and Claire. His little brother is Wes. Daryl liked to tell how his family was raised pretty poor, and sometimes when Daryl ate more than his share of dinner, his wiley mama would tug the string it was tied to and pull that bacon back, to give a bite to the next kid in line. When he was 16, his family moved to Utah where Daryl graduated from high school, after which he immediately got a job as a mechanic and also did ranch work in Nevada.

Daryl married Sybil on August 16, 1974, and had three sons of whom he was always immensely proud and to whom he was absolutely committed. Chad, Travis, and Matthew were his greatest accomplishments.He loved his boys, their wives, and his six grandchildren. He talked about them and he enjoyed every chance to be with them. Their hobbies and interests became important to him.

Daryl served in the Air National Guard for twenty-one years. He served his country with honor, and he also made sure to volunteer his buddies for the occasional disagreeable chore.  He was proud to serve; but he was more proud of two of his three sons who served in the Marine Corps and National Guard.

Daryl loved to be outdoors.  He was a hunter. He knows the details of every hunt over his lifetime; who he was with, where they were, what gun or bow he was using, what happened, and how they moved the meat home. There was one year that he didn't hunt because of work, kids, finances, guard and life circumstances; but he wasn't quite right in his soul and that never happened again. Even this last fall, chemo had to be scheduled around the hunt because Daryl had his priorities properly aligned. His best friends were his hunting buddies. The very last hunt, Daryl's buddies were Travis, Matthew, Calvin, and Talon; two of his sons and all his grandsons.

Even when he wasn't hunting, Daryl loved being outdoors. On camping trips, he'd take a walk at dawn or dusk with his binoculars and he'd spot varmints nobody else saw. He'd get excited to see some mule deer or other critter, pull over to the side of the road and jump out of the car to get a better look, and occasionally realize he'd left the car in drive and run back to park the car. He prioritized fitness and was proud that he could still do sixty push-ups in sixty seconds on his 60th birthday.

Daryl was a storyteller. He loved tall tales and ludicrous funny stories. Some of them might even have been true. He spent more than fifty years seeing how many times a day he could get a rise or a reaction out of Sybil and everybody else. He looked on the bright side and often had a chuckle or a laugh for something. When things weren't so funny, he'd shift his attention away and try to give frustrations no space in his life. As much as possible, he tried to either prevent problems, solve problems, or get away from them.

Daryl shared his toys. He was quick to let other people drive his 4-wheeler, side by side, and more. He took little people for rides on his motorcycles. He built West Valley's best backyard swing set. If Daryl knew you were contemplating any outdoor gear from long underwear to an RV he had field-tested experience to share. When asked for help picking out a gun or a bow or any piece of equipment, Daryl often helped people find the best gear from his own collections.

Daryl made it a priority to be in the shop every day. Even on days he was too sick or tired to work on anything, he'd still go out and sit in his shop; he'd feed the dogs treats and just be. Sometimes he was restoring his hot rod or his Jeep or doing maintenance on his or his family's vehicles; but more often he was fixing somebody else's car. Many people carry memories of time learning how to fix their car the right way under Daryl's teaching and in his shop. Often he'd take no payment, and often he'd "lose the receipts"for the parts. A common bit of automotive advice from Daryl was to invest in a good pair of walking shoes, particularly if he wasn't convinced of the satisfactory maintenance of a vehicle.

Daryl never met a stranger. He was ready to be friends with anyone. At least one chance conversation in a parking lot led to lifelong friendship. Daryl was generous with his time, talents, money, humor, advice, support, love, and praise. Daryl knew what you were not good at: yet, he'd always tell you what he admired about you and what you do well. In addition to his own kids,Daryl loved more than forty other kids; nieces, nephews, their spouses, and their kids. He treated them like his own. He took care of his neighbors, he looked out for his renters, he mentored his employees, and his friends loved him like the brother that made people laugh when it was time to be serious.

Daryl Jemmett kicked the bucket on February 22, 2026. He leaves behind his wife, Sybil Patricia Collins Jemmett, his three sons and their families. Chad and Heather (Maura, Mae), Travis and Grace (Calvin), and Matthew and Sarah (Merritt, Talon, Wren). Daryl also leaves behind all his siblings; and those that were raised with him are Judie, Doralee (Larry), Claire (Chuck), and Wes (Stephanie).

Services will be held at the West Point Stake Center of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, located at 550 North 2300 West, West Point, Utah, 84015. A viewing will be held Friday, February 27, 2026, in the evening from 6pm-8pm. Funeral on Saturday, February 28, at 11am.  The Jemmett family is grateful to Rocky Mountain Hospice, to the countless doctors, nurses, and staff at Huntsman Hospital, and to the Starbucks Baristas who know his order.