Querido Donald:

Te escribo en castellano, la forma más natural que tengo para expresar lo que siento. Llevo días intentando encontrar las palabras adecuadas, y aun así siento que nada es suficiente para expresar la tristeza que tengo.

Lo primero que me viene a la mente son los recuerdos llenos de anécdotas y aventuras que compartimos: el colegio, los viajes al campo, el inolvidable viaje post egresados a Europa y EE.UU., la UB, la City, tus visitas inesperadas y siempre bienvenidas cuando vivías en Suipacha y Arroyo, y tantos otros momentos.

En estos últimos años, la vida y sus circunstancias nos llevaron por caminos diferentes, pero siempre mantuve un profundo afecto por vos y te sigo considerando un gran amigo.

Tu tenacidad, decisión y honestidad te definían como persona. Eras visionario, inteligente, un verdadero investigador del futuro y un tipo valiente que siempre buscaba un próximo desafío.

Compartíamos un humor sencillo que nos hacía reír de cualquier cosa. Hacía tiempo que no lo hacíamos, y lamento mucho no haber compartido más de esos instantes.

Como les dije a nuestros amigos, para honrarte te recordaremos con una gran sonrisa y atesoraremos las situaciones alegres que vivimos juntos, para sobrellevar la tristeza de no tenerte por acá en este mundo.

Deseo que hayas encontrado la paz y la serenidad y que sigas riéndote como lo hacías, donde sea que estés.

Un abrazo enorme lleno de afecto para tu familia, especialmente para mi ahijado Donnie, y también para Nico, María, Pato y Mónica.

Donald, HBoy, Hugh, te extrañaré, pero te mantendré cerca en mis recuerdos.

Te mando un abrazo muy grande.

Peter

Hugh & Monica and family

The world was a better place with Donald, I have no doubt. I cherish my greatest memories of childhood and youth where we spent our summer and winter holidays in La Quebrada, Traslasierra. Family friendship that cannot be forgotten. Main Charaba was part of it, the Mc Intyres were part of it and so was Donald. My condolences in these moments of sadness.

Donald,although you lived far away most of the time,youll always be my little nephew who spent so many happy holidays at La emilia with your cousins, and then you came with youre family and I saw a kind and caring father. We shall miss you, but now you are at peace

Hugh and Monica, I deeply feel and sympathize with you and I send you all my love and prayers, I love you all,Jeann

Dear Donald,

This is a tough one. You left us too early.

I hadn’t seen you for some time, but the last time we spoke you told me about your spiritual awakening, how you had joined a church and been baptized. You were excited that we shared the same faith, and you mentioned that you remembered when I gave you a Bible many years ago. That conversation stayed with me.

I remember the first time I met you. We must have been in third grade — you were probably nine and I was eight. You had just moved into a house a block away from ours, on Calle Salta. You had a black eye — a horse had kicked you, or something like that. We became best friends immediately, riding our bicycles all over Olivos.

We shared many summers during our childhood. When we were around ten or twelve, you used to spend January with us at my parents’ farm in Córdoba, La Candelaria. We would pretend to be cowboys, riding calves and lambs, imagining ourselves as rodeo riders.

One of our last great adventures from that time was when we decided we wanted to have falcons to hunt with. We quickly realized there were no falcons in Córdoba, so hawks became our best alternative. We spent about a week climbing trees and peering into nests, trying to find baby hawks. In the end, we settled for a pair of baby chimangos, which we brought back to Buenos Aires by train. I believe that was our last train ride from the farm, as regular passenger service ended soon after.

Needless to say, the chimangos never became falcons. The adventure ended with a short funeral service for our baby chimangos in my parents’ backyard. For some reason, we had a wonderful time sharing that experience, and for many years we both remembered it fondly.

Another time, we went to your grandmother’s house in Córdoba — I believe it was in Nono. We drove there with your parents and brought Tom, your dachshund, who farted all the way to Córdoba. I remember your father, Hugh, shouting, “¡Otra vez, Tom!” and us all laughing. I suspect some of us may have taken turns blaming Tom…

I also remember when our school became co-ed in sixth grade. We were talking about these new classmates called “girls” and realized we were both fond of the same one. We decided to fight to see who would get the first chance to chase her during poliladrón at school the next day. Since you were about a head taller than I was, the fight didn’t last long. You got the girl, and I had to choose another crush.

I have such fond memories of our childhood together, and I will always treasure them.

Un abrazo grande a los McIntyre — Hugh, Sonia y Mónica — my second family when we all lived in Olivos. I remember you with great affection. Otra abrazo a Donny, Nico, María y Pato.

Un abrazo,

Robert Murchison

Moni, my dear, dear friend, It is difficult to put into words my deepest sentiments, but please know that I am truly sorry for your loss and that I am there with you,constantly holding your hand.

You couldn't have been a better sister to Donald—you were the sweetest, most caring, and most loving sibling, and he knew it. I was a witness to the profound care you always showed him.

I will always remember Donald as a genuinely down-to-earth, kind person with a lovely smile and great sense of humour —and my smooth golf buddy in Mina Clavero! May he rest in peace.

Querido Donald, te recordaremos por tu humor! A tu manera eras muy gracioso!

Investigador nato! Mente brillante. Gracias por compartir tus conocimientos e ideas…apasionado, agudo, intenso. Nunca tibio!

Ademas de compañeros del colegio, compartimos muchos momentos cuando tus hijos eran chiquitos, te vi ser un padre muy amoroso!

Deseo de todo corazón que estes en paz.

Buen viaje de regreso Donald!

I’ll take the liberty of writing in Spanish here, because that’s the language I shared with Donald, and if he can read it somewhere, he’ll understand.

Gracias Donald por haber compartido este tiempo con nosotros. Dentro de las excentricidades que nunca ocultaste, siempre me diste espacio para poder decirte lo que pensaba y respetaste mis diferencias. Espero haber podido darte una conexión con la patria que te vió crecer, una patria realmente castigada, de la que nunca renegaste y sobre la cual siempre me expresaste un gran cariño. Me reconforta leer el amor que te dedica tu familia en esta página, y completa la historia de vida que dejaste atrás. Te voy a extrañar y te recordaré contento en tu trailer, en conexión con Dios y la naturaleza.

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In Loving Memory of Donald McIntyre

I first met Donald in 1985, as the brother of my dear friend Monica. Although I did not have a close friendship with him, I came to know him through his sister’s eyes. My perception of Donald was that he was a truly unique and remarkable person, one who searched passionately for convictions he could stand by. He was a seeker of truth, and at times it felt as though his vision soared higher than the limits of the world around him.

I spoke with Donald one-to-one on only a few occasions, yet those conversations were meaningful. I shared with him my love for the Lord and how faith in Christ has been the firm foundation of my life through all its comings and goings. It is my belief that Donald, in his own way, was always searching for something deeper, something eternal.

My friendship with Monica and my enduring bond with the McIntyre family began before my time. It started when my father, John Bush, was at school with Monica’s father, Hugh, at St. George’s College, Quilmes. I later met Monica during my years at St. Andrew’s Scots School, and our families reconnected years afterwards in São Paulo, Brazil, where we shared many happy and memorable moments together.

As we remember Donald, I hold close the assurance that, although in this world there is trouble, God has already claimed victory over it. Our hope does not rest here, but in heaven. It is with this hope that I trust Donald is now at peace, held safely in God’s loving arms. My heartfelt condolences go to Monica and to all the McIntyre family. May they be comforted by faith, sustained by love, and surrounded by peace.

Donald's keynote speech at Ethereum Classic Summit 2019 in Vancouver, BC.He spoke many times at many conferences, interviews and podcasts.They are all available on YouTube if you search for his name.