Thee Sgt. Mac |
We walked side-by-side across this great nation’s canyons and pine forests. We saved each other’s life; yours from icy rushing waters, mine from the heartache of battles long ago. We stood humbly before the Wall filled with our brother’s and sister’s names. My heart was filled with pain when I gently closed your eyes and had to let you go ahead. The lessons you taught me have helped ease the emptiness since. Wait patiently my dear friend, until I hook your Silver Harness one final time. We have adventures yet to share. Ron |
Updated - 9/26/18 A letter from Ron concerning Mac: I have heard of the guy who runs the dogs. His new home is only a few miles from my friend's house up in Rodman, NY. I used to go sledding with Sgt. Mac up at Tug Hill years ago. I think I told you the story of almost losing him when he fell through a frozen creek and was pulled under the ice on one of our weekend adventures up there. Later, I took Dawson and Harmony as a team and we would camp o/n. The forest trails up there are well groomed by the Parks & Rec, it can be a very desolate area once you leave the confines of the trees. |
Fred agreed that it would be fitting for Mac and I to be together again in the gulf near the Cabin. Ron |
The two most important days of your life are the day you were born and the day you find out why. Mark Twain |
A poem I found that Ron had saved shortly after Mac passed. So, this is where we part, My Friend, and you'll run on, around the bend, gone from sight, but not from mind, new pleasures there you'll surely find I will go on, I'll find the strength, life measures quality, not it's length. One long embrace before you leave share one last look, before I grieve. There are others, that much is true, but they be they, and they aren't you. And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought, will remmber well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, the fur I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this....I loved you best. Jim Willis 2002 |