Yesterday we laid to rest a life-long friend and big brother figure of mine. No words can express the sadness and heaviness of loss that weighs on my soul. No words are great enough to truly pay tribute to the extraordinary person that Scott was or will remain in all of our hearts.
Over the last several years, I let “life” get in the way and let my friendship with Scott slip away. I have carried that regret with me all these years, every year saying that this is the year when I will reconnect with my life-long friend. On January 2nd I received the horrific and devastating call that Scott had died that day. Now this year was too late.
When I was told that the family (which for lack of a better description, is my family too) would be allowing for time in the service for anyone who wished to share some thoughts or memories of Scott, I knew that I could not, I would not, have one more regret added to that already long list. But how would I ever be able to formulate the right words? How could I even begin to summarize literally a lifetime of memories and feelings? And even if I could get that all down on paper, would I be able to put aside my fear of speaking in front of people?!?! With firm and painful resolve these are the words I spoke:
I don’t know of a world without Scott. I have always said that “he knew me before I was born”. I have a lifetime of memories growing up with him. He was a big brother and best friend to me. I have so many memories of Christmas days and New Years Eve’s, birthdays, Easter Sundays, countless camping trips and rounds of “spoons”, hiking, float trips, putting on silly skits, running the neighborhood, and riding in his cars. We shared family dinners; sometimes in celebration and sometimes just because it was supper time. We were also known to share breakfast and lunch for those same reasons.
Scott gave me an appreciation of BB King, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Eric Clapton and Jimi Hendrix just to name a few. We made a lot of trips to Peaches Record Store. We had a lot of quiet times, just sitting together and listening to the music.
I think of Scott every time I see an old Cutlass go down the road. I remember hours spent in Pat and Jack’s garage amidst a sea of car parts. And come to think of it, we made a lot of trips to Weiss’ Speed Shop too.
We shared an appreciation of good food and I could always count on him to have some Tums ready after our many meals out together. I will also never forget those snake-skin boots he wore for while or the time he gave himself a black eye swatting at a June bug! I laughed so hard about that June bug only to do the same thing to myself a night later. That’s what I get, I guess, for teasing him so badly.
Sure, we teased and taunted each other over the years. We argued too. That’s what siblings do. But we always made up. He was the sweetest, kindest, gentlest guy I have ever known. He let me be me and with him I always felt comfortable in my own skin. He made me laugh. REALLY laugh. He is the standard that every guy I ever dated had to measure up too….and quite frankly, most fell short…by A LOT.
Regret grips my heart as I never did get a chance to tell him that I remembered all these moments we shared. I hope that somehow he knows and that he remembers too. I have to believe that he is at peace now. I will miss him so much. My world was and IS so much better because of Scott and I will hold on to him in my heart always.
Rest in peace, my friend. February 8, 1966 to January 2, 2011.