Ayr Lawn Cemetery
Location - Row 22 Site 3
Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory - Theodore Seuss Geisel
"Mackenzie Guild, born on January 28, 2005, at Hyde Park Women’s Hospital in Townsville, she came into the world just minutes after her twin sister, Courtney. As the daughter of James and Alisha Guild, Mackenzie grew up alongside her siblings: Georgia, Courtney, and later welcomed Charlie into the family in 2008.
Initially starting life at Trafalgar Station in Charters Towers, Mackenzie's family later moved to Joycedale Station in Jericho, where she discovered her love for the outdoors, learning to walk and explore the vast landscapes around her. Living at Joycedale Station also instilled in her the values of patience and resilience, particularly dealing with the notorious flies of the area.
Subsequent relocations saw Mackenzie attending various schools, from Big Birds Kindergarten and Airville State School in Ayr to Our Lady’s Catholic School in Longreach, where she flourished not only academically but also in sports and extracurricular activities. Engaging in netball, tennis, cricket, swimming, athletics, and dancing, she showcased her diverse talents. Her weekends were filled with music, motorbike rides, and volunteering, reflecting her deeply held values of faith, acceptance, and service to others.
In 2015, the family moved to an acreage in Charters Towers, where Mackenzie attended Columba Catholic College until 2017. Together with Courtney, she made the decision to further their education at Blackheath & Thornburgh College, marking a new chapter in their academic journey.
Mackenzie Guild's journey continued to evolve in Charters Towers, where she maintained her passion for sports like netball, touch football, and dance. However, her discovery of Mixed Martial Arts became a source of strength, leading her to mentor younger practitioners while also engaging in boxing at the local club, aligning with her fitness goals. Beyond sports, Mackenzie spent her school holidays camping, fishing, and gaining hands-on experience in cattle mustering, fencing, and other practical skills.
In 2019, the family moved to Julia Creek, prompting Mackenzie's transition to full-time boarding at Blackheath & Thornburgh College. Her thirst for education and closeness to family led her to join Georgia at Columba Catholic College, Good Samaritan Residence, as a full-time boarding student, marking a significant phase in her schooling journey.
Mackenzie Guild lived a vibrant life filled with family adventures and exploration. Her family holidays took her to various tourist spots across Australia, from the Gold Coast to camping trips around South Australia, Tasmania, and even to iconic locations like Uluṟu in the Northern Territory. Exploring the beauty of Queensland and beyond was a cherished part of Mackenzie's life. She also had the opportunity to embark on school camps that allowed her to discover cities like Canberra and Melbourne, broadening her horizons and experiences.
Tragically, Mackenzie's life was cut short during an accident in the Clarke River while fencing with her family and good family friend Dan Lyons at Niall. This incident occurred on their way back home after a day of hard work, marking a heart-wrenching end to a day that had been both challenging and fulfilling.
Mackenzie Guild was a spirited Year 10 student at Columba Catholic College, immersed in her studies and actively involved in various aspects of school life. Tragically, her journey was unexpectedly cut short.
Her service was held at the Agricultural Centre at Columba Catholic College on Thursday, October 8, 2020, drawing together friends, family, and the community to pay tribute to her life. Her final resting place is at the Ayr Lawn Cemetery, a serene location that holds her memory.
A memorial also stands in Mackenzie's honour on the Northern side of the Clarke River in Niall Station, serving as a place for remembrance. Each anniversary, a mass is held at this memorial to commemorate and celebrate Mackenzie's life."
Our loss is great, but God is greater.
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Eulogy delivered at Mackenzie's Service by James & Alisha Guild
Our beautiful Mackenzie was born on January 28, 2005- two minutes after her twin sister Courtney. From the beginning the girls were difficult to tell apart. Similar in looks and mannerisms, but Mackenzie always managed to have her voice heard- she squawked loudly and often, eventually turning into an inside joke with parents of other Mackenzies that all seemed to whinge loudly too!
Their doting older sister Georgia was a wonderful help. So often I would be feeding the twins in their bouncers and Georgia – at 18 months- would try and help. She would carry my handbag and a blanket into the supermarket- ready to jump into action if her sisters needed it.
They met their first six months of developmental milestones at Trafalgar Station before we moved into Charters Towers while James went contract fencing.
From the start, the girls had their own language with each other. While we had no idea what they were saying, they understood each other perfectly. But, as with all sets of twins, there are traits that set them apart. Take their room for example. Where Courtney’s belongings are flung from either side and there is a touch of chaos to her space … Mackenzie had a neatness and order about her. Courtney insists on taking all her prized possessions on a trip, Mackenzie made packing light an artform. Her calmness radiated both from her person and from her actions.
As they embarked on their boarding school adventure, the twins were keen to break out of their moulds and become more individual. But Mackenzie was sure to let her sisters know what unconditional sibling love is and always brought them back together. She centred them.
Despite her humbleness and as a quiet achiever, Mackenzie developed a passion for boxing. She took up Mixed Martial Arts and assisted Mr Nick and Amanda with classes for younger students. It was not only a great fitness regime, but gave her the ability to diffuse frustration and tension. She was a keen and determined netball player.
She was also incredibly compassionate and went out of her way to include as many people, from all different walks of life in her circle of friends. She was completely non- judgemental and lovely to everyone. She had a terrific, dry sense of humour that always had us in stitches.
Mackenzie was very creative. I remember her coming home on the holidays and whipping up these incredible paintings, full of colour and detail, that we marvelled at, but she was so humble about them.
The irony of her ideal career of a hairdresser wasn’t lost on us. It took a lot of work to get Mackenzie to make an effort with her appearance. While she really was a natural beauty we tried relentlessly to get her to dress up. Her favourite shop was an op shop where she could grab a bargain for a couple of dollars- or when she was short of change- get a dorm mistress to pop down and pick it up for her later. She was proud of her finds and delighted in dressing in them.
We finally persuaded her to put on some makeup and fancy clothes for a photo shoot with her sisters and friends as part of the launch of Draft and Co in Julia Creek earlier this year. She looked absolutely stunning and as the other females in the family, we were overjoyed!
She was my fluffy haired girl that would always wait til the end of the Guild girl line-up at boarding school to greet me with a warm, embracing hug- a hug that filled my heart with warmth, love and a pride beyond words.
She was full of life, was willing to give anything a go. She was tenacious but had a peaceful and calming aura around her. She was quiet and never one for recognition or to be in the limelight, but somehow, she reached out and touched so many lives with her quiet kindness, gentleness and compassion. Her loyalty to family and friends was deep and strong and was so appreciative of the little things. She never forgot to thank the cook!
We will forever miss her, but will never forget her.
Mackenzie was an adventurer. Whether it be on our family holidays climbing Ayers Rock, camping around South Australia, Tasmania or locally in many of the parts of Queensland we’ve lived, Mackenzie lead the charge in taking in her surroundings, seeing what natural treasures she could find and explore.
She was drawn to animals and was incredibly gentle with them- concerned at all times about their welfare.
Mackenzie was tenacious with work, quick to learn and to think. You didn’t have to tell her many times to do things, she just did it.
We spent many school holidays on Niall Station- camping, hunting and fishing. She loved the property and all it has to offer, including the hard work mustering and fencing.
Mackenzie was a keen fisherwoman and travelled all around the Burdekin River tributaries, camping and working alongside friends and family- adding a light into everyone’s life.
Mackenzie passed away in the Clark River on Niall- a place she loved dearly. There’s no place more fitting for Mackenzie’s soul, as the Clark is a mighty, picturesque river which flows through many North Queensland waterways and into the sea.
We were privileged to walk this earth with Mackenzie, sharing so many good times and wonderful achievements.
Mackenzie has touched so many lives with her beautiful, natural and adventurous spirit and will be watching us walking through heaven, looking on us with a warm smile.
While our time with Mackenzie was cut short, we are so grateful for her wonderful spirit and the time we had with her. She taught us to be more compassionate and to make the most of the time we have with each other, in nature and with our friends and family.
We will always remember Mackenzie for who she was and her beautiful nature.
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Ayr Lawn Cemetery
Location - Row 22 Site 3
To be seen from Heaven
A cross for you, Mackenzie; where you farewelled us. Love and miss you, Mum & Lara xx
2 October 2023
Our annual Mass on the Clarke River - dedicated to you Mackenzie 🕊️
My Dearest Kenz,
Though you were only 15 when God called your name, you taught me more than words can express. You showed me the true meaning of inclusivity, kindness, and selflessness, always giving of yourself to others without hesitation. With your clever hands and resourceful spirit, you were a beacon of strength and resilience, a natural problem solver who faced challenges with unwavering determination. Your dry sense of humor and mischievous ways brought endless joy to our lives, filling our home with laughter and light. Despite your humble nature and reluctance for the spotlight, you quietly pursued your dreams, achieving remarkable success with every step. Your absence leaves a void in our lives that can never be filled, and I often find myself wondering about the beautiful person you would have become. The mischief you would have found or the plan you ‘hatched’ with Courtney as young 18 year olds, entering the world. Yet, in the midst of my grief, I take comfort in knowing that you watch over us from heaven, you have sent us so many signs letting us know that heaven truly IS for REAL! You continue to guide us with your everlasting love and presence. Every day, I lift my prayers to heaven, eagerly awaiting the moment when we will be reunited once again. Until then, your memory remains etched in my heart, a testament to the extraordinary person you were and the profound impact you had on everyone fortunate enough to know you. Some of your final words will never fade from my memory, and I will never forget….After a rewarding day of fencing where you tied every lead from each strainer post and tensioned every strand of barbed wire, you laid yourself down on the sand in the Clarke River making a sand angel, you said…"Mum, I worked so hard today, I am going to sleep so well tonight.” Mackenzie, I wait in anticipation for God to call my name so I can hopefully be reunited with you again for eternity. In the mean time, I shall pray solemnly, because as a sinner like me, I am going to need your help so I can be granted a room in heaven too! I more than miss you my gorgeous girl. My most heartfelt love always, Mum x - One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life. - Kahlil Gibran
My Trip to Niall
A Memoir - Written by Mackenzie Guild 2020. Two years ago I had the most fun I could ever have. Even though it seems like forever ago I remember it as clear as day. My Dad, siblings and friends the Tudehope's went to take care of one of my Dad’s friends' property; Niall, around two hours out from Charter Towers, and we would spend a whole two weeks there taking care of the property and having the best time of our lives. The next day we mucked around the house and explored some different places and did some jobs. Then we finished doing a lick run and were all exhausted and hot. When we got back, Dad and Billy thought it would be a good idea to go for a swim. We all piled up in the ute and drove to the dam at the front of the house. I was expecting it to be very muddy like my dam was but it was surprisingly clear and had a pretty blue tint to the water. It was gorgeous, but when I jumped in I felt the weed touch my feet and completely freaked out. Once we got used to the weed touching our feet us kids wanted to have a competition of who could swim to the end of the dam and back the fastest. Just as we were lining up, Dad told us to be careful of the eels as a joke but we were only ten and were very gullible. I was beginning to rethink my choices because I hate eels, but it was too late to back out now. Once Billy said go we all dove in and swam our hardest. I was swimming as fast as I could because I did not want to get eaten by an eel. We were all scared to touch an eel so no one stopped for a second. Once we reached the end of the dam, we had to jump straight back in to finish the race. I was huffing and puffing like an old steam engine, but I was not going to stop until I had gotten on dry land so I could be safe from the eels. I didn't win but after a bit of lying around and catching our breath, we got over the eel fear by discovering it was just a joke. So we all jumped back in while Dad and Billy went to care for some more cattle. We were all a bit bored at this point but any time we put our heads under the water we could hear chirping everywhere in the dam. It was really loud and almost sounded like crickets in the night. Jack dived down and came up with a handful of weed from the shallow end. I'm not sure why but for some reason we sifted through that little pile of weed and surprisingly found a little yabbie looking thing about the size of my finger. For some reason Grace decided that we should cook them and see how they taste. We all thought that was a good idea so me and Jack dove down and got the weed then we chucked them on the dirt and everyone else sifted through the weed and chucked the shrimp things in a bucket. This process took about two hours and about every handful of weed we brought up there would be four or five shrimp things in there. When the bucket was filled we grabbed our gear and started walking back to the house. We got back to the house and gathered all the equipment we needed, and then created stations to work at because we thought that was the best way to work when we were little. Jack and Courtney were gutting the yabbies, I was rinsing them, Charlie and Grace were crumbing them and Georgia was frying them. We added heaps of spices and even peeled the shells off them. It was really hard to do that because they were so tiny, so we gave up on peeling them and stuck to gutting. We finally finished them at the perfect time because Dad and Billy finally got home. We chucked them into a nice little bowl and told them to taste it. We had already tried them and they were really good, and I thought Dad would like them because he and Billy love seafood so they should enjoy them. Turns out I was right and they loved it to the point that they didn't believe we made them. Dad thought they were bought and there was no way we cooked them. In that two weeks spent there I learnt that if everyone gets along there are so many fun things to do together. I think without good friends in your life you won't have as much enjoyment and memories as you would with friends.
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