We had a beautiful day for Mackintyre's Service. Thank you to everyone who came and helped us with the service and joined us in celebrating Mackie's life. He loved parades and what a parade he had thanks to the Holt Fire Department. A full lights and siren escort back home to the farm with a mile of traffic behind. I saw people watching from the roadside and waving, some scratching their heads in wonder. The gathering of people following the fire trucks and the number of people waiting at Macks Church was an overwhelming sight to anyone's eyes. The service and bell ringing ceremony by Paul Tribble was certain to make you honor and shake hands with the next firefighter you see and thank them for all they do. Though my little man didn't grow to the age to become a fireman, he was a full hearted fireman at home. You can see his bunker gear and fire truck in the background. On the other side you can see his little four-wheeler and his tiny little police uniform complete with badge, patches and shiny shoes. He no doubt would have served his community as an officer of the law as well. Thank you to the Holt Police Department for your part in Mackies memorial. I nearly went to my knees to watch Chief Noland remove his collar brass and place it in Mackies box. While my heart was breaking for the loss of my son, my heart was filled with peace because of the kindness of such an honorable man. He personally never met my son, but through Officer Robeson, came to stand by our side in this loss. Thank you.
The bluegrass music and Marys voice was particularly stong and beautiful Sunday. I was standing with my friend Barb in one of the children's gardens I have put around the church looking at the stone I carved in memory of her son Trey when I heard Mary's voice coming from the hilltop. I have always loved to hear her sing as did Mackie. I know he was with us listening and laughing; beside Barb, Trey and me in the garden.
We are so blessed to have the family and friends we have. You have all helped us in so many ways. Thank you for your kindness and your continued help through this process. We love and appreciate each and every one of you.
My little firefighting, policing, preaching, busdriver is finally home to stay.
The bluegrass music and Marys voice was particularly stong and beautiful Sunday. I was standing with my friend Barb in one of the children's gardens I have put around the church looking at the stone I carved in memory of her son Trey when I heard Mary's voice coming from the hilltop. I have always loved to hear her sing as did Mackie. I know he was with us listening and laughing; beside Barb, Trey and me in the garden.
We are so blessed to have the family and friends we have. You have all helped us in so many ways. Thank you for your kindness and your continued help through this process. We love and appreciate each and every one of you.
My little firefighting, policing, preaching, busdriver is finally home to stay.
Memorial Service
October 19, 2008
October 19, 2008