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Darryl Wayne Levine
Loving husband, father, grandfather, and friend, Darryl passed away peacefully with his family by his side in Las Vegas, Nevada, on Monday, December 29, 2025.
Darryl was born in Houston, Texas, to Sylvia and Ralph Levine. He graduated from Bellaire High School in 1971 and later attended Southwest Texas State University in San Marcos, Texas. In the 1980s, Darryl made Las Vegas his home, where he worked in the glass industry for many years.
Darryl enjoyed following the stock market, playing golf, and watching football. Above all, he cherished the time he spent with his grandchildren, who brought him immense joy.
Darryl was preceded in death by his father, Ralph Levine; his mother, Sylvia Foy; his stepfather, Bernard Foy; and his sister, Sandra Segal.
He is survived by his beloved wife of 33 years, Deb; his daughter, Samantha; his granddaughters, Alaina and Alexandra; and his siblings, Pamela Bazarsky and Irvin Levine of Houston, Texas.
You are loved and forever in our hearts.
A memorial service is scheduled for Friday, January 16, 2026 at 11am at Care Cremation & Burial.
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Nancy Jones (Zwerneman)
I have such great memories of Darryl in high school and starting Southwest Texas State together. Great memories of football season, the booster club, prom and just hanging out. He truly was a funny and also a very kind person. Prayers for his family. Rest in peace Darryl.
Nancy Jones Zwerneman
B. Mark Dobson
I have fond memories of playing football with Darryl in 1969. He was the one of the biggest guys on the team so he was the star linebacker. He and I were involved in a play in a JV game that ended my very unpromising football career. I was a scrawny outside linebacker and he was the middle linebacker. We both went for, and missed, a tackle and collided head to head. It was quite the collision. His helmet split in half. My helmet and head survived, but a third unidentified player on our team fell on my extended leg tearing 3 out of the 4 ligaments in my knee. I remember the coaches were very concerned and they swarmed their star linebacker. After they attended to Darryl and got him off the field, one of the assistant coaches spotted me and found that I couldn't walk. I believe Darryl sat out the rest of that game but played the next one. I was in the hospital for 9 days getting my ligaments sewn back together. Thank you Judy Jones for carrying my books for me for about 6 months while I was on crutches. Incidentally, it was 40 years later that I learned that a lot of kids were playing HS football in those days just for the "chance" of getting a football knee. It would disqualify them from going to Viet Nam. I had an older brother that was very jealous. I got a lot of mileage out of the big scar on my knee. I had my two children convinced well into their teens that it was from a shark bite during my surfing days. Rest in peace Darryl.
Clifton (Cliff) Wayne Corenblith
I grew up knowing Darryl Levine because our parents were friends.
In school, when I didn’t fit in, Darryl invited his friends to my bar mitzvah party and brought me along to a fraternity rush event.
Only years later did I understand what that truly said about him: Darryl was a loving son, a mensch, and a friend when it counted.
Thank you, Darryl. May your memory be for blessing. It is for me. Cliff
Kenneth Zindler
Like Mark, I too remember Darryl from Bellaire High football. I too was an outside linebacker on that JV team. As noted, Darryl was one of the biggest guys on the team. During off season training we would have wrestling on mats in the gym. I weighed about 180 at the time and Darryl and I would often be paired together by Coach Caffrey. Darryl would throw me around like a wet noodle, but I would keep coming back. My strategy was to simply wear Darryl out (which often worked). Once while working on the weight machine, I threw-up on Coach Caffrey and Darryl nicknamed me "Pouky" which stuck with me throughout the rest of the year. Thanks Darryl!!! The next year, my football career ended because I messed up my neck during a practice and spent two weeks in traction in the hospital. Darryl was one of the guys who would come by to see me during that time, and it meant a lot to me to see a fellow teammate and friend.. I don't remember too many people during High School, but Darryl is someone I have very fond memories of.
Ron Daily
I was conflicted about sharing this memory, but after reading the kind remarks from fellow classmates, I felt it would be remiss of me to remain silent.
Darryl and I became friends in the 7th grade. We both played football and just hit it off. He was at my house or I was at his, all the time. I have a fond memory. We were at his parents home. We got tickled. We laughed till we cried. We must have laughed for 30 minutes. In the end, we couldn't remember what we started laughing about. Once, we were at the YMCA at Bellaire @ Stella Link. We decided to put the boxing gloves on and have a go at it. He caught me with a punch on the nose. That was the last time I ever boxed. I was never going to get hit on the nose again!
We shared the challenges of teenage boys. Darryl had weight issues in high school that made him a little self conscious. Interestingly, he lost weight his freshmen year in college and was never heavy again.
After college, Darryl had a go as a stock broker. It didn't go well. In addition, he had personal issues. He decided he need a change of scenary. He packed up and moved to Las Vegas. Soon after, he found his bride Debbie, who he adored, and they had a little girl Samantha. He was in Vegas till the end.
My conflict with Darryl is the limited time we shared later in life. In fairness, Darryl had physical issues that limited his mobility. But Darryl was a homebody and travel was a pain.
I got a call about six months ago. Darryl shared he had been battling C but that he had completed chemo and radiation and that he rang the bell. He was now on the path to getting stronger.
Fearing the inevitable, I tried to speak to him weekly. He knew his time was limited had come to grips with his fate. He was greatful for his wife, his daughter and two grand daughters.
We'll miss you D