In God's Kingdom
Some thoughts about Mac.
Henry "Mac" Mac Donald
Jan. 30, 1923 - Jan. 30, 2013
I first remember Mac from the late 1940's, when he drove to Rocky Hill in his yellow Buick convertible.
I remember his story of how his car was struck in the rear by a submarine...While Mac was stationed in New London, Ct., his car was backed up to a pier bulkhead. His submarine skipper brought the sub in a bit fast, and the bow rode up on the bulkhead - striking the rear bumper and trunk - as the back of the car hung over the edge of the bulkhead!
In the 1980's, Mac and I grew to know each other better form serving on committees within the church and on Consistory.
Through these years we became good friends and I learned of Mac's sincere and caring side. (Many people knew him just from his business executive side.)
We did not see much of each other over the past few years, but the bond of friendship remained. I will always remember a note that Mac sent to me just over a year ago. He said that he regarded me as one of his true friends. I will never forget that, and the feeling was certainly mutual.
In memory of Clem Baldwin
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little–but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me–but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me–But Let me Go!
Edgar A. Guest