Rest In Peace, Scott

Scott, the brother of my good friend B, a twin mommy and friend since grade school, died this evening.

One of my first memories of him was in grade school band, where I played flute and he played the oboe. I was such a pariah that year, that I sat alone every day at the lunch table and at recess. I remember rehearsing with the 6th grade band, and Scott ignoring the social barriers to chat with me and make me laugh.

He was a good guy. My friend B was salutatorian of our high school class. All the kids in her family are bright, talented people. If you go to their parent's home, you can see hanging on the wall an incredible portrait of Albert Einstein drawn using white chalk on a black background. Scott did that in high school.

Scott had been cheating death since the day he was born. He had a congenital liver issue, though none of us ever knew about it until we were in our twenties, when he started getting sick. He had a liver transplant 7-8 years ago. He endured a lot, but was not a woe-is-me kind of guy. His physical trials kept him grounded in a strong faith, and a desire to ponder those deep questions of life. He was working on a PhD in Philosophy.

He was a dearly loved son, brother, nephew, uncle, brother-in-law, and friend. He will be missed.

Those of you who know Scott, how about leaving a comment to share your favorite memory of him.