Saturday, April 21, 2012
My little brother was 7 of 8 kids yet you would never really know it. He had the compassion and sense of protection that comes with being the older child. Whenever you were down and out or needed anything Scott was the first one that was there, no questions except for 'What Time?'. Even through the darkness, his heart of gold shined through, never diminished, he would give you the last shirt off his back if you needed it. He had a habit of telling you what he thought you would want to hear, to be positive for you in your time of doubt or to bring a smile to your face. It didn't matter what he was going through as long as he could make you smile, even if it was at his own expense. 'How 'bout them Bengals' was his favorite line, when he didn't know what else to say, even in the middle of the summer, he just wanted to converse with you. He always knew what was going on in your life and wanted to know how things or people were doing, even if he had never met them, if it mattered to you, it mattered to Scott. You will forever be in my mind and my kids will know you forever, just because you are out of sight you are never out of mind, for I know you are just in the next room waiting until the day we see you again. I will laugh as we use to laugh, play as we used to play, and most of all I will forever speak to you in the easy way that I have always been able to. I love you baby brother, I will see you soon.
