Donald Wilson

Don raised me like a father. I´m glad I spent my youth with him while he was living. Love you Don.

We of Wheaton '52 will miss him especially at our 65th in May. We remember him warmly and respectfully.

Don, you were my great teacher and my great friend. Thank you for the office chats under the boa constrictor and the monkey, the laughs at jokes that would shock the Provost, the hugs when things got really dark and I needed a little light. Thank you for those and all the things in and between your lectures during my four years at Calvin, that ultimately taught me later in adulthood how life should be lived -- with kindness, wisdom, and courage, and how people you care about should be loved...

Don's keen insights and warm hugs will be remembered by several of my children who went to Calvin. I also remember discussing some confusion I had with several sections of the Bible. What a ministry he had with the Calvin student body, and some of the parents as well. We were blessed to knew Don.

In the 1970s, my brother and I signed up for Don's Cultural Anthropology class because I'd heard that the prof understood the strange tribe that we belonged to---missionary kids. And he did. I'll always remember his calm, warm-hearted kindness.

Sorry to say goodbye to a good friend. He was a wonderful help to many students and fellow-teachers. I know we older ones all face that day of saying good-bye, but the happy fact is that we will be in a better place where there are no sorrows or fears. God bless his family and many students who will miss him. I will will miss him too.