• Douglas Mackenzie
    March 27,2013
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    Douglas Mackenzie
    Douglas Mackenzie

    TUCSON, Ariz. — Douglas Mackenzie, 51, of Tucson, Arizona, left this world on January 23, 2013, to go on a long fishing trip.

    Born in Missouri and raised in Princeton, New Jersey, he was the son of Dr. James Mackenzie and Lucy Frazer Mackenzie.

    Doug graduated from Princeton High School, and then Castleton State College in Vermont. Upon graduating Doug followed his entrepreneurial spirit by engaging in several challenging endeavors, including many years in the printing industry running his own business and most recently, marine engine repair.

    Doug was always on the move, seeking adventure and new friends. Starting as a young boy spending family summers on Bear Lake in Michigan, to living in Vermont, upstate New York, Maine, North Carolina, La Jolla, California, Florida, Virginia and finally Arizona.

    An avid fisherman, lacrosse player and spectator, there is not one stop along his path where good friendships were not formed. Always with him was a “Dennis the Menace” grin that let all know he was up to mischievous fun, never mean spirited, but always fun. One of his best attributes, among many, is he never lost the youthful enthusiasm for life.

    Doug is survived by his father, Dr. James Mackenzie, loving stepmother Melinda Sprague Mackenzie; his partner Mimi Richardson; siblings Charles Sprague, Melinda Sprague and Jay Sprague; his first wife Whitney Stuart Lafond; cousins Jim Papineau and his wife Cheryl, Russell Papineau and Lauren Papineau. He is predeceased by his loving mother, Lucy Fraser Mackenzie.

    A graveside memorial will take place at 2 p.m. Friday, March 29, 2013, at The Princeton Cemetery, Princeton, New Jersey.

    In lieu of flowers, a memorial fund in Doug’s name has been established for friends and family who would like to donate. Please visit www.douglasmackenziememorialfund.org.

    I am a fisherman for life

    I will always be a fisherman

    It’s not something I do,

    It is who I am.

    Fishing is not an escape,

    It is where I belong,

    Where I am supposed to be.

    It is not a place,

    But a lifelong journey.

    It is a passage my father showed me,

    And I will show others.

    When you understand all of this,

    You will know me,

    And we will fish together.

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