Scott

Today is the one year anniversary of Scott's death in Iraq. . .
Scott is the one on the left of the above picture (Mark I took this picture from your facebook tribute, I hope you don't mind). . .
Scott- He was like a big brother to me through my high school years. Always there, quick to protect, ready to listen, and even best-always ready to make me laugh and forget my worries.
I had the honor of introducing Cheri to Scott, and their attraction and love seemed instantaneous. I enjoyed watching their relationship grow, and it was good to see them both so happy with the other. I remember painting our faces together for spirit day- as you can see below- and so many other memories of Scott (or Scotty as I called him for quite awhile)
Monty Python, investigating how to make bombs, watching his wrestling matches, haunted houses, homecoming, and so much more. . .
Scott always wanted to be in the military, so it was no surprise when he signed up right after high school, and no surprise when he returned to propose to Cheri. After their wedding and being assigned elsewhere I didn't get to see Scott and Cheri very often, but there were always notes from Cheri keeping me updated, and we did manage to get together a few times over the years. I remember meeting Amanda as just a little baby, and what a proud father Scott was, that was a sight to see! Although we didn't keep in great touch, I was always so excited when I did hear from Scott and Cheri and would get caught up on what had been going on with them. Last July I was excited to get a chance to visit Cheri and the kids, I knew that Scott would be in Iraq when I visited and was bummed that I would miss seeing him after so many years, but still glad to have a chance to catch up with Cheri. But then I got the e-mail last July 5th from Cheri saying that Scott had been killed the day before. When I got to visit Cheri as planned a few weeks later it was with tears and hugs, not the joyful chat we had planned. How could Scott be gone? It didn't seem possible. . .
Now a year has passed, and not a day has gone by that I haven't prayed for Cheri and the kids, not a day that I haven't missed Scott and all that he was.
Scott you are missed, loved, and I will never forget your sacrifice. I pray that you were able to find peace with God in those last moments and that we will get a chance to meet again one day. . .