Donald Fasken McDonald,-

of Royal Terrace Long Term Care passed away at Palmerston District Hospital on Sunday, April 5, 2020 in his 92nd year.

Beloved husband of Joyce of over 61 years.  Loving father of Jane (Steve) Whale of Mildmay, Murray, and David of Moorefield.  Cherished grandfather of Matthew, Daniel, Kathleen,Curtis and Cameron Whale.

Donald will be missed by sister-in-law, Elva McDonald, many nieces and nephews.  Predeceased by his parents, James and Edna McDonald, his brothers Kenneth and Joseph (Lorene) McDonald, his sister-in-law Lorraine (Don) Kidd, and brothers-in-law George and Laverne Beggs.

A private family graveside service was held Wednesday, April 8, 2020.  Final resting place, Bethesda Cemetery, Moorefield.

Donald was an active farmer in Maryborough Township for all of his life.  He had enjoyed travelling throughout Canada and the USA.  He enjoyed socializing with neighbours and friends whenever he could and was an elder of the Rothsay United Church for many years.

Memorial donations made to The Royal Terrace Residents Council or the Moorefield United Church would be appreciated as expressions of sympathy.

I was born to be a farmer.  It is what I know…

and what I love.  Up before the crack of dawn with a morning ritual that includes a cup of coffee, a glance at the weather and always a check on the markets, because….

I was born to to be a farmer.  It’s overlooking the beauty…

of the earth and the smell of freshly tilled soil, extrusted into the vastness of what we call a field. It’s watching and waiting to see all of those millions of little seeds start to sprout through the ground in rows as straight as a ruler, bringing great satisfaction because….

I was born to be a farmer.  It’s having great faith…

as the storm comes in, knowing that the green, tender plants could be wiped out in a matter of seconds. Or, when the rain simply doesn’t come, and watching the plants wither until at the last minute of almost losing hope, a rain cloud comes. And the sky opens, right at that moment, with just enough to get a little relief and a renewed faith because…

I was born to be a farmer.  It’s keeping up…

with technology, realizing that it’s a sure necessity.  But always looking back with the fondest of memories and great admiration of how my Dad and my Grandpa did things, because….

I was born to be a farmer.  It’s a partnership…

a partnership with the good Lord Almighty.  Without Him, it could not be done. It is His divine guidance that gets me through each season, from the planting to the harvest. Through the storms and the drought…, the highs and the lows. Some say it’s a gamble, but to me,  it’s a way of life, because….

I was born to be a farmer.

 

 

By Marla Rae Anders