It was hard to believe how many kid’s wished my dad
was their dad. So many called him , Uncle Scott.
” We Remember You “
What does it profit a person to be earth bound ?
To be caught in the uproar. To rush madly down the
same path as everyone else. In the end kind deeds will
be the cherished memories. Stars twinkle at night but
we try to remember them in the daylight. You went
God bless your sleep my dearest dad….Amen.