Donnie Hill Land Sr.
March 12, 1957 – November 26, 2021
Donnie Hill Land Sr., 64, of Quinton, passed away on Friday, November 26, 2021, at his home. Donnie had worked as a superintendent for general contractors. He loved camping in the George Washington National Forest at the Piney River. Donnie was an avid Harley rider.
Survivors include his wife, Dale Vaden Land; three children Christina Tolley and her husband, David, Donnie Hill Land, Jr. and his wife, Dawn and Jeremy Land and his significant other, Caitlyn Ofte; one sister Nancy Shumaker; and his seven grandchildren Kodi, Justin and Timothy Tolley and Kaitlynn Tolley Perry, Evan and Hannah Land and Kira Land.
A memorial gathering will be held from 2 to 4 pm Saturday, December 4, 2021 at Affinity Funeral Service – Mechanicsville Chapel, 8074 Mechanicsville Tnpk, Mechanicsville, VA 23111. Memorials may be made to the American Heart Association (click here to donate)
Hey Donnie,
We will ride again brother next time we won’t need to stop for gas we will be able to go anywhere anytime, dude I’m short on words it happened so fast but at least you had a pain and that’s cool brother will meet you there in the future you take care of yourself up there until we meet again
Dear Dal and family, we are sad to know that your crazy Donnie has passed on to be with our Lord and Savior! We had the pleasure to be neighbors and enjoy porch conversations with Donnie, waves hello and goodbye and treats for a special four legged dog named Daisy. “Spoiled rotten “ were his words and we would laugh. We will miss him and his quiet way of acknowledging that he was gonna do life his way. A short time we knew him,but one man we won’t forget. He was one of a kind! May you all find comfort and peace until we all meet him again. Blessings to you all, Cindy and Bruce
Dale,
I am so sorry for your loss, I know Donnie was the love of your life, but I am sure he in the arms of our savior Jesus Christ where he is experiencing unconditional love and acceptance and is pain free.
If I were not so far away I would be there at the memorial gathering but know I will be there at the in spirit and know I am praying for the family.
2 Corinthians 5: 6-8
8 we are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.
Praise God !
Your sister,
Sandy
Dale and Family,
We were so sad to hear about Donnie and we’re so sorry for your loss. We know he meant the world to you and it’s never easy. Donnie was one of the toughest guys I’ve ever met and he sure did put up a good fight. That’s how he lived and his fighting spirit is what I’ll remember most. Praying for God’s comfort and peace for all of you and that He’ll help you each remember what you loved about Donnie the most.
To echo what Sandy said, we’re thankful to know that this is not the end for those who have found salvation in Christ. God bless each of you.
Love you guys,
Dale,
There are no words that can take away the pain. Bessie and I are so very sorry your loss. We love you very much.
Tim and Bessie
As I sit here writing this, I am taken back to a time when I worked for Donnie framing and hanging sheetrock. It was only during the Summer as I had college the rest of the year, but he worked me really hard to make sure that I would always return in the Fall. “You ready to drop out Son? This is what is waiting for you if you do…” I can still hear those words as I was 30 feet up on a scaffold pouring fiberglass into a soffit. That was the nastiest work I have every done. He would just laugh and remind me of the choice I had every day. He knew I was afraid of heights (actually it’s the fall I am afraid of) so one day on the same job we were 30 feet up on a scaffold using a 2 x 12 to stand on (not OSHA approved). Suddenly, the board starts moving up and down. There is Uncle Donnie 8 feet way. “You aren’t scared of a little height are you?” as he bounced the board up and down. I freaked out and dropped the sheet rock we were holding at the time, and he just laughed. He knew I wasn’t going to fall, but he made sure that I conquered that fear. It wasn’t long after that I embraced going up high to work on whatever needed to be done. My uncle Donnie was like my personal drill sergeant in those days. I went on to complete my degree and by the grace of God made a good career for myself. He hated it, but I used to call him “Uncle Donnie” in a childlike voice and give him a big hug when I saw him. He would laugh and was like “get off me boy”. We would both laugh. It was something that expressed an affection between us that was just between us. I will miss him a lot, but I know he is in good company in heaven where there is no pain and no sorrow. Goodbye Uncle Donnie. I look forward to the day when we are together again.