Though at opposite ends of the spectrum, our experience of waiting for a baby to be born into the family was quite similar to waiting for the patriarch of the Macy family to finish his earthly journey. Both felt grueling, though we came to it fully prepared. But the best part: They both had happy endings!
Mauri’s dad, Mahlon, slipped quietly from this life to the next just an hour ago, five days after pneumonia put him in the hospital. Dad hadn’t been Dad for several years, once Alzheimer’s Disease overtook his personality along with most everything else related to his personhood. The condition was part of his genetic history, but that doesn’t make it any less devastating. The longer it went on, the harder it became to remember the real Mahlon. I won’t candy coat him now that he’s gone; he had his share of foibles. (Don’t we all?) But the stories of strength and integrity and commitment to his calling and humor and love for family reach across a lifetime (88 years) of service, testifying to the life changes he inspired.
The earth got a little better when Sage Charlotte-Rose Macy arrived just over a week ago, and heaven got a little better when Mahlon Leroy Macy entered his eternal home. We feel quite certain there is work for Dad to do on the other side, and I like to picture him all fresh and vibrant again, looking over his Do List and digging in.
As always, I’ll let some favorite photos say what my words can’t.
Since I was friends with Mauri in our youth, I was also friends with Hazel and Mahlon (Mr. and Mrs. Macy to me). Paul took this picture of the three of us when we came to Newberg in 1989.
I think this might be my top favorite, snapped at their 60th wedding anniversary celebration in 2002.
Typical Mahlon, with ever-present lapel decor.
Now he’s happy on the way.