In memoriam: Morgan Powell (Tony) McKay, 1923-2011
Saturday, May 28th, 2011 by HMLReaders of GimletBlog may remember reading about the Things’ grandfather, their Bopa, and our “senior member of Team Gimlet” from our 2008 trip to Hawaii. We are very sorry to report that Bopa has been in failing health since January 2011 (which partially explains why we haven’t been posting to the blog this year). Over the past months several aneurysms were discovered on his lower aorta as well as blockages around the heart which made surgery to repair the aneurysms impossible. Bopa made the decision to have surgery to correct the blockages, as he had been very active all his life and couldn’t stand to be bedridden, and if the blockages were corrected, then the aneurysms could be repaired as well.
We visited him Sunday night (May 22) before the surgery. Thing One had been ordained to the office of priest in the Aaronic Priesthood at church that day, and told his Bopa about an upcoming Mount Si hike with the older scouts. Bopa was fond of Mount Si, and shared his old maps and trail guides with Thing One. He congratulated Thing One on his ordination, and was looking forward to seeing Thing One’s photos and hearing his trip report after the hike. We left with the usual hugs and promised to come visit him in the hospital Monday afternoon, as we had been assured that this would be a quick, easy morning surgery and he would be ready for visitors after lunchtime.
What followed was neither quick nor easy, and he spent nearly 48 hours constantly in surgery. Late Tuesday night the doctor telephoned to report that everything was repaired, his heart was strong, and we could see him the following morning. As the doctor hung up the phone, Bopa went into cardiac arrest and passed away. Later we learned that his condition was so fragile that even without the surgery he would not have lived much longer, and his passing would not have been as quick and peaceful.
While our unwavering faith in eternal life and the eternal bonds of family is a great strength and comfort at this time, we miss our father, father-in-law, and grandfather very, very much and wish that we did not have to be separated from one another for so long. We treasure the time we had with him and are grateful that our last visit was full of love.
A few notes about the obituary:
- One of Bopa’s many projects was keeping track of how many days he had been alive. He was especially fond of round numbers, and would calculate out the date on which he would reach a landmark number. If anybody asked him how old he was, he enjoyed telling the answer in days. As we drove home from the hospital in the early hours of Wednesday morning, Uncle B did the calculations and determined that Bopa was about half an hour short of reaching 32,000 days. That was close enough for us.
- Bopa was a bicycle commuter long before it was fashionable. Once the Burke-Gilman trail was built, he had a safe, quick way to ride to work. And ride he did, every day (and in the dark if he worked late), regardless of the weather, even in the snow. His bicycling days came to an end when he was well into his 70s, after a bad collision with another septuagenarian cyclist (they actually knew each other from riding the trail all those years).
Morgan Powell (Tony) McKay, Jr. passed away on Tuesday, May 24, 2011 in Seattle, Washington at the age of 32,000 days.
During WWII he served his country in the Army as the communications chief for the 379th Antiaircraft Artillery Battalion. He worked as an engineering technician in the Psychology, Electrical Engineering, and Civil Engineering departments of the University of Washington for 39 years and was a lifelong member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
He loved being active in the outdoors and instilled that love in his children. His REI membership number was 4179 and he rode his bicycle to work on the then-new Burke-Gilman Trail every day until he was in his 70s.
Blessed with a legendary memory and a love of poetry, music, and science, his curiosity about the world around him and interest in new things kept him young at heart.
In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the charity of your choice.
The family would like to thank the doctors and nurses of Swedish Hospital – Cherry Hill’s Cardiac ICU for their care and kindness.
He is survived by his beloved wife of 44 years, his four children, and his seven grandchildren. He is also survived by his younger brother. He has been reunited with his parents, his two younger sisters and youngest brother.
A gentleman and a scholar, to the very end possessing quiet dignity with a twinkle in his eye. Atque in perpetuum, pater, ave atque vale.












































