Brother

I wasn't sure if I should post this entry. I have been debating this for a few months. Part of me said no, it was too personal and should be a private thought not shared with anyone who might happen across this website. On the other hand I wanted to let anyone who came across and read this to know what a great guy my brother was. As you can see I decided to post. I want people and anyone who knew my brother to know what kind of man he was. He was special and not because he was my brother.

He was born 50 years ago on the 27th of this month. He died in 1979, on March 27th. Thirty years of passed but not a day has gone by that I don't feel that ache of missing him. We lose people throughout our lives but this was a loss that has never seemed to heal. We all have our ways to deal with our losses, but that one question that never seemed to be answered, why.

Enough of that. I know many of you may say that they have the best brother in the world. I wont argue with you on that, but the truth is, I know I had the best brother one could ever have. I have yet to meet a more gentle person who had a heart of gold. He would do anything for you. He would give the shirt off his back if you needed it. Cover for you even when he knew that what you did was wrong. Many times when I, his little brother got into a mess he was there. Sometimes a bang on the head or a kick in the butt to get me straightened out but those times were rare. Scott didn't have to kick butt or yell. He was patient and always used a logic that wise for his young age. He never held a grudge or judged anyone,. He accepted everyone regardless of who they were. He made mistakes but they were small and far between.

He may not fit in today's world. I say this for the reason that material things were not important to Scott. He really didn't collect anything, He never was out to prove that he was better then the guy next in line. The things that were important to him were simple things. Family, He loved his family, even with all of our faults. He hated when there were fights in the family and you could see the pain that it caused him. He did his best not to take sides but to be the guy in the middle. Helping solve the problem and making the right amends. He cared for his friends. The bonds that he made with some of his close friends were tight. They lasted and never faded. They knew what kind of friend he was and knew how rare his type of friendship was. He was faithful and loyal. Not just with family and friends but with his job. His boss knew he could be trusted even over his own family.

He loved cars and working on them. He didn't have a fancy one but that wasn't important to him. What was important was that he owned it. He was fascinated with Sea Horses and tried over and over to keep them as pets. He would order them from the back of a magazine. They never lasted long but he would always try again. I think of all the things in his life this was the most frustrating to him. He loved to play pool with his friends and cruise the Sonic on a Saturday night.

I could go on and on as anyone could who knew him. We all have those special memories of Scott. Some we shared with others and some that only you and he shared. I miss him and wonder what this earth would have been like with him still around. I admit it, I still get angry that he was taken. I tell my Son about him and I feel sad and depressed that he never got to know his Uncle Scott. He was special and he would have treated my children with the love and respect that only Scott could.

Its been a long time, but its seems like yesterday. Happy Birthday Scott, I miss you.