I'm not sure what more I can say to you as you know I treasure your family so much. I love you and will forever be grateful for sharing all of them with me. I'm not going to lie, with my own baby graduating next weekend, Doug's death has resonated more emotionally with me than I ever dreamed. It's either crappy timing or wonderful timing. I'm not sure which one. I'm so glad I made the trip to that little cemetery yesterday. It was perhaps one of the most magical and beautiful services I've ever attended. I can't even put it into words. I know I didn't communicate or catch up with Doug as much as I wish I would have (there's always seems to be "another day" doesn't there?) but I felt better knowing that he was around. That is perhaps the void I'm feeling...the man was everywhere all at once. And he still is...it just takes a bit of quiet to realize. And we all know that "quiet" wasn't Doug's style, so it's an adjustment. And one more thing, as I was leaving the gym, I could hear so so so so many people talking with each other and their kids about their "Doug Henry" stories. Not about their kids graduating or the later festivities...but about Doug. There he went again...owning the gym. -Darcy

I was so sad to hear about Doug’s passing. He was a great man and friend. I have great memories from our time of living in Tarkio. God blessed you all as you go through this sad time❤️❤️

Memory of My High School Principal The events of this story take place a day or two (the details are a little fuzzy) before my high school graduation. The setting begins at an undisclosed location near or on the Macon County line. The occasion? The class of 1995’s graduation celebration--held in an abandoned house owned by the father of one of our classmates. Needless to say, the hour was late and the drink was strong. And, as all great stories begin, a significant amount of horseplay was involved. This horseplay, inexplicably involving two successive blows from 6-volt lantern batteries, resulted in me splitting the bridge of my nose open. I will not get into the particulars of how both of these batteries came into contact with my face. I will say, however, the result of this electrifying event left a very neat, X shaped gash in-between my eyes the size of a nickel. The faint scar is still visible today. After suffering this injury, I wisely, and responsibly, (please stress the responsible decision) I might add, decided I should retire and live to fight another day. After all, I had graduation festivities in the morning, starting with an all class picture at 7 am. You might see where this is headed…… I remember waking up in a panic the next morning. And, that panic was soon realized when I looked at my alarm clock and it read 7:38 am. I also remember the shock I felt as I noticed when I jolted up from my bed that my pillow accompanied me. Glued to my face from the dried blood of my 6-volt party favor. I will never forget the sickening feeling in my stomach when I recognized I had missed my class photo and I needed to call my mother at work to ask what I should do. Hesitantly, I called Mom but I don’t remember much of what she said except that I needed to go see my father. Now the real fun begins. I drove to the high school to talk with Dad where he was teaching his high school science class. I can remember very little about the walk from the parking lot to his classroom except for the feelings of fear, embarrassment and shame. These feelings were so strong that as I write these words today my hands are still a little shaky. When I arrived at his door he summoned me in and then to his office adjacent to the classroom. As soon as the door to his office shut HE-LET-ME-have it. His words of disappointment and frustration with my actions were compounded with the knowledge that on the other side of the office door sat an entire class of students who were being entertained with an epic ass chewing of an upperclassman. My Dad finally ran out of steam and sent me away back through the gauntlet of his students at whom I couldn’t bear to look. I was upset and I am sure I was crying. I darted out into the hall and was met by non-other than Mr. Doug Henry, my high school principal. I don’t know if Mr. Henry was there by accident or was aware of my interaction with my Dad. What I can tell you is that I was certainly not happy to see him at that particular moment. I remember thinking, “Come on! Can this get any worse?” Mr. Henry approached me and I hesitantly looked him in the eye expecting to see the sharp, piercing gaze I, unfortunately, had seen before. This guy was an excellent ass chewer in his own right. I instead found the eyes of a man who was as quick to forgive as he was to scold. He put his arm around me and said, “McMains, you really messed up.” I was still very upset and embarrassed but managed to agree with him. He then grabbed me by my shoulders, looked down at my split, bruised face and said half chuckling, “Ah hell, don’t worry about it, you guys will be laughing about this in two weeks.” He let me go, slapped me on the butt and sent me out the door. I took a few baffled steps away then turned back to see him already rounding the corner smiling and shaking his head. This is how I will remember Mr. Henry. A man who made us feel safe at school, made sure we all towed the line but also a man who loved all of his kids even when they were in tough situations. And somehow, after talking with him, some of these poor decisions we thought would certainly be the end of our lives didn’t seem so bad after all. It is hard to see this as a high school student but we knew he loved us. We knew because of his words of encouragement and his unwavering support of all that we pursued. Mr. Henry will be missed but I will remember him as he was, My High School Principal.

Bonnie and family, My sincere condolences to you at Doug's passing. Cherished his friendship from our years at HHS. Praying your special memories give each of you comfort. Nancy B.

The Henry Siblings

One of my favorite pictures of the Henry siblings.

This was an old photo I found of my dad.

This is an old photo of my dad that I found.

I had the pleasure of meeting "Mr. Henry" when he and his wife moved to King City in the mid 70's. He was the manager of the Swim Club one of the years that I lifeguarded there. His friendship and positive support was greatly appreciated. I've often heard his words of encouragement telling me to "go get that 4.0." My condolences to his family.

So sorry to hear this news. Condolences to the family. Doug was a life long friend of our family and supported us through the years as an educator and a friend. Heaven is getting a great individual.

My hearts aches but my spirit rejoices as I know that "Dr. Phil" as we called Doug is singing with or coaching the angels in heaven. Doug Henry will always be embedded in my memory and my heart. Thank you Bonnie and Tara for sharing Doug with the Massey family.

Bonnie, Gabe, Josh and Tara. So sorry for your loss. Lots of memories. Thinking of you all during this difficult time.

Bonnie, Tara, Josh, Gabe and family, you all have been part of our family for so long and it is so hard to express the feelings I have or to put into words the sorrow I feel for your loss. Doug was a wonderful person and I hope you can all find peace and comfort that he will no longer have pain.

Mr. Henry honestly helped shape my life. As my principal, he held me to a higher standard than I held myself and was disappointed in me when I didn't. I remember him shooting me glares in the hall when I wasn't doing what I should. But he always celebrated by successes as well and he was always fair. I couldn't be more thankful to have had him help shape my childhood. Thank you for sharing him with all of us.

I am so sorry for your loss. Mr. Henry was a great man and I will miss him greatly. Mom, dad, and I will always remember the memories of him at the house in BJ!

Henry Family: Our condolence with our love and hugs to your family. Doug was a special friend and principal! Many memories and smiles and a sad one also; always their for us when we needed Doug. This smile is how I will always remember a dear man and friend. God's Gentle Grace Darlene and Kenny Joesting

I’m so sorry to hear of Mr. Henry’s passing. He was always so kind to me in junior high. He was a very special man & we were lucky to have him as our principal. God Bless.

Our friendship with Doug and Bonnie while he lived in Tarkio was a special blessing. Warm, honest, and sincere, he will be missed by many here in this community. Thanks, Doug, for all that you gave and shared with so many! Their lives will be forever blessed.

Bonnie and family I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Henry was a great man. I'm thankful for having him as a principle in Tarkio High School class of 1990. Gone but not forgotten. R.I.P Mr.Henry.💖

Prayers to the family,Mr.Henry was my favorite principal.

Doug was an incredible principle. My kids loved him. We are thinking of all of you! God Bless

We are so sorry for your loss. Sending prayers. Steve and Amy Stark

I have known "Mr. Henry" for most of my life it seems like. He was a great principal and a good friend. I never knew where I was going to run into him in KC. You will be missed!

So very sorry to hear of Doug’s passing. Prayers for comfort.