Now There Are Five
One departed on a Sunday
Scott on a Monday
He always did have Monday-itis
“Peace out suckers” I can hear him say…
Football season filled with Sunday games
Sweats and slippers, fire glowing in the fireplace
Scott made Sunday football huge
He had some pipes and rage!
His blue eyes always twinkling
Stubborn as a mule
He cared for me, my tough brother
Captain Crunch cereal in the middle of the night
In Jericho when his blood sugar dipped too low
We ate dry cereal in fistfuls
Four wheeling, whoop-de-doos, high signs and alcohol
Big brother time was always an adventure
Chevy truck over 25 years old…Scott was consistent
He’d snicker at hidden secrets and jokes
Always made silly, crazy faces
Loved the term, “Oh my hell”…
Horrible dancer, but so much fun to watch
His grilled steaks and chicken were the best
Always a bottle of Jack in one hand
Hardest worker I’ve ever known
Super blunt, a little too raw for most
He loved his boys
He’d do anything for you
Didn’t matter how much time passed…
He was always there and we never skipped a beat
He fought his type I Diabetes like a champion his entire life
But in the end…at age 52.. it fought back and won.
I had seven brothers… now there are five.
strengthdefined 