Scott's Friends Memories

Bob Cunningham (teacher and friend)(letter from 2009 to Scott's mom)
Dear Trula,

I just wanted you to know that I had a chance to share some things in regards to Scott this weekend with a young man and his father who are friends of mine. It was one of many such times when I have drawn on Scott's life to help someone, usually a younger person. I wanted you to know that Scott is still very much a part of my mind and heart. Almost every time I drive up to the church I pass where he rests and it causes me to see his smiling face and remember the great times we shared together.

As I see Bobby entering manhood, I am humbled to recall the time when Scott saved his life and realize that he would not be with us if it weren't for your son. I remember that day as a turning point in our family, and believe with all my heart that Scott was prompted to walk up to that pool and save a little boy. We recently drove past Scott's grave and Anna saw Scott's grave stone and said, "That is the boy who saved Bobby". I said that she was absolutely right, and that is another reason why he is so special to our family. The day will come that Bobby will truly understand the significance of that event in his life. Laurie and I are eternally grateful to Scotty and I feel gratitude strongly and often.

Bishop Jones and I have talked about Scott too many times to count. He is still very much throught of among those of us who knew him well. At Emma's wedding I could not stop thinking about him and memories that I had not thought of for some time came flooding back to me. I just wanted you to know that your son is remembered and that the love that many of us have for him is still alive and always will be so.

Our links with your family will always be strong and we have been blessed to have such good feelings toward you and your wonderful kids.

Sincerely,
Bob Cunningham

Justin Smith (friend) I was a year younger than your brother, and he definitely took me under his wing my freshman year (I'm the one Kimber talks of Scott letting score points in her memories). Anyways, for some reason, I woke up with Scott heavy on my heart (an occurrence that is still regular, even almost ten years past), and something possessed me to Google his name, which led me to your blog. I miss your brother so much, and I have so many great memories of summer time slap boxing, getting rear ended in the 'Stang by Cameron Cross, Henry Winehard's root beer binges, and hundreds of other crazy endeavors that only teenage boys get into. I still have Scott's Junior year THS schedule that he gave me on orientation, as he wanted me to transfer into as many classes as possible with him, for a little "tutoring". I still get choked up thinking about that September day, but I have full faith that I will see him again. Thank you for keeping this site up, and giving others an opportunity to see what a wonderful young man he was.

Justin Smith

Kimberly Finnie (friend) ~My third grade year with him in Mr. Malloy's class and fourth grade with Mr. Larson. ~Seventh and eight grade sports where he was always the star, one basketball game in particular when he made a full court shot at the buzzer. ~Riding around with him in the mustang and when Todd slammed my thumb in the passenger door. ~He was the best powderpuff coach THS has ever had! He gave everyone a fair chance and more than that he motivated girls who usually wouldn't really care. ~Freshman year winterball, Scott must have drank two bottles of Martinelli's sparkingly cider. ~Sophomore year fall ball, Scott was always a gentleman and even though we went just as friends it was the most fun I've ever had at formal dance. ~Being "one of the guys" with Scott, Jeremy, Todd and Andy, it didn't matter that I was the only girl, we always had fun together. ~Going poolside at Todd's my freshman and sophomore summer. I was the designated "ball thrower" for all their competitions in the water. Scott of course always won but every now and then he would let Todd or Justin Smith score a point.

Lori Halvorson (Friend of Family)
I don't remember the summer that this happened in, but it is still really fresh in my memory. The whole Fackrell family had come to Jackson to visit us. We decided to have a barbeque that evening. All Trula's kids and mine were running around the property playing until it was time for dinner. I remember calling all of them to come and eat - we were having hamburgers and artichokes - and Scott was one of the first in line to get dinner. When he got to the artichokes he kind of looked weird at me. I worried that he didn't like them. I said "go ahead, try one." He looked at me and said, but how do I cut it and I told him just take the whole thing. His eyes widened to saucers, and he said "I get the WHOLE thing?" I said, sure you do. Later I asked Trula what he had meant by that, and she said that at their house they always shared artichokes and he loved to eat, so this was a special day for him! He, and all the kids, proceeded to finish every last thing on their plates, and I'll never forget how thankful they were.

During that same trip, I think, Scott had a "No Fear" baseball cap on. My daughter Lauren, who was about his same age loved that hat, and I think secretly Scott too. After they left we had to search high and low for a hat just like Scott's. She loved that hat, and wore it until the fabric was coming off the bill. It was always her favorite one.



Shelle Ford (friend) It was freshman year before Winterball; Kimberly, Samantha, Jessica, Emily, Carson, Scott, and I (Shelle) were at Kimberly's house where Pete and Sue were preparing us dinner. We were all 14 and 15 years old so it wasn't like we could drive anywhere ourselves. When we first got there we all acted a little shy, girls on one couch and boys on the other although we all basically knew each other for years. After a few glasses of Martinelli's Sparkling Apple Cider Scott and Carson became a little more relaxed and comfortable. We took tons of pictures and laughed about old times, which made us all embarrassed. We were then called to the dining room table where our host and hostess made it look beautiful like we were at a fancy restaurant. All the ladies acted lady-like with small appetites while the gentlemen went right to work on their steaks. Scott was constantly making us all laugh and really made everyone's time a little better. After dinner we were off to the dance and all had a great time. As the next couple of years went by Scott & Company and their love for the cider confronted Kimberly and me! Every dance or time we got together there HAD to be some bubbly to drink. This was one of Scott trademarks to his friends. I will NEVER forget the Spanish class I had with Scott my sophomore year, Mr. Kaufmann was our teacher which was a new experience for both of us. His ways were different and at times confusing. This new language for us wasn't going as well as we wanted it, but we were determined to do a good job. Scott and I would work together and often get snapped at for being to loud and forhaving to much fun. Soon Spanish class was one that I looked forward to going to. Scott and I drifted over that year in high school and I thought of this class as quality time in a way. I would help him with advice about girls and likewise for me. Many days I would be his model for his Explorer moves that I said never hurt when really I would leave the class sore. I didn't want to seem like a wimp in front of Scott or like he would refer to himself Arms of Steel. I always thought of him as one of my best guy friends and he will truly be missed!!


John Troxel (Youth Leader) We painted Chuck's gazebo and hiked up Weaver Bally, but one experience that sticks out, however, is a game of horse that I played one evening down at the church with him, his brothers, Robert D'Angina and Ben Wellock. PJ could usually knock 'em down from anywhere, but he was less than accurate on this occasion; mostly because we were trying to make shots from the pulpit or the kitchen or balancing on a chair up on the stage. We just couldn't play for the joy of it or for the thrill of victory, however. Chris felt like he had to make it more interesting. For each shot missed and letter earned, the person who made the shot could go and pluck a hair out of the loser's head. Scott, (all 4 feet of him,) played the high percentage shots and ended up that night with a fist full of hair, some of it mine. On the occasions where I could take payment from him, his buzzed head back then made it nearly impossible to grab a hold. I feel fairly confident in remembering that Chris had a pretty good bald spot that night, as it seemed kind of hard for guys to just pluck ONE hair. Robert and Ben got nailed pretty good too. I swore that the next time I played I was going to grease my hair.


Greg Nolte (Aimee's Father-In-Law): Scott Fackrell. Pure personality, a genuine smile and a love of sports. It's no wonder I took such a strong liking to Scott. I'll never forget the day in Springville that Scott and I were paired up against John and Chris in games of tennis and over-the-line. On only one gorgeous afternoon, I could tell Scott was a talented athlete and loved the thrill of winning. Although we shared only a few choice experiences, our family came to love Scott for the celestial person he is.


Todd Jones (friend) Well where can i start there is just too many memories and things i can say about scott but i was just thinking and talkng with some people about how much he helped the football teams spirits or any team he was on. He carried the team he was always the most pumped up. He always made everyone else on the field play better because everyone wanted to play hard for him because we know he alwyas did his best. I remember the first summer Scott had his new hoop in the pool at the old house. Right when he got home from redding with it he called me over to help him set it up. Being the geniuses we were we had it up within minutes. Right away we started playing 21. And of course he beat me 21-0. We played basketball in that pool every single day that summer and he beat me every single time. I'm sure when i see him again we will play some more 21 in the pool. I just hope Trula will have some cookies ready like she did that summer too. I miss you buddy. Also the Rav 4x4 extravenganza we would have every time it rained or snowed (sorry Trula). We took that thing to the limits. I remember the last winter we had together Scott, Andy, Jeremy and I went up bally for a little football in the snow taking the Rav of course. So we make it too our playing ground and played around for a good hour and then piled in the car after we all threw eacthother down the hill a few times. So we're making our way down bally and Andy helpfully asked Scott if we should happen to slide,if we should turn into the way we were sliding. We were all skeptikal if he was right but continued driving anyway. About a mile down the road there was a very steep clear cut to our side plummiting down a large hill, And Scott starts sliding toward the drop off. He takes Andy's advice and turns into the slide pulling us out of it. I will always remember that time we almost died going down bally and Scott saying he had it the whole time, yeah right.


Greg and Susie Olson (family friends) We remember the great times our familys had together on sports road trips. Scott always had a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face! We think of him often.


Melissa Olson (friend) I just wanted to say that Scott was a great guy and everyone that knew him was blessed to have him be part of their life. He was full of energy and I always picture him laughing and smiling. Whenever I went over to the Fackrell house in high school, it seemed like there was always some competition going on that Scott was usually right in the middle of. (Too bad the girls had to show them up.) :) I will always remember Scott as someone who wasn't afraid to live his life to the absolute fullest and who wasn't afraid to show everyone around him how fun he thought life was.


Mrs. Stambaugh (teacher) This is my third year at Trinity High. The first year, I was a long term sub for Sam Wolfinbarger. I remember seeing Scott in various classes and around campus. He always had a grin and a good word for me - and I knew that he meant it. He was a kind and even-tempered young man - and was compassionate for everyone's situation. He was also a joker and a talker. Because he was so likeable, it was difficult to become upset with him. When he was called on his behavior, he would just grin. Many students are polite to teachers, but when Scott talked to me it was always genuine. He was the real thing. I know he is with the Lord - and has an eye on what's going on. I will not forget him.


Kim Watkins (Friend of Family): I just remember when he was little Scotty and he always wanted to go play with Josiah and PJ as they went and did their thing. He was so cute in his little league uniform.


Mishelle Carrell (Friend of Family) Hello, My name is Mishelle Carrell. I moved to Weaverville when I was pretty young and Scott and his family were like a second family to me. I remember I would go over there to his house and Scott, Emma, and myself would get a bunch of sleeping bags and pillows and ride down the stairs pretending to be cowboys. Also, the three of us were very big Three Ninjas Fans! I remember we would always be one of the "ninjas" and go on secret missions to the kitchen to sneak a snack. Yep, those were the good ol' days. I still remember those late nights of us all playing Pool or Football in the downstairs area of their old house. Yeah, Scott was great. I really miss seeing him at school and church every week. But it's cool to know that I will be seeing him again someday.
Bethany Curran (Friend) My memory of Scott: When I went to a game of his, with Emma, Trula, Scott, we went out to eat. When Scott ordered he said "I'd like some flying Emma, I mean flying pigs". I laughed for a week about it.


Caitlin Curran (Friend) i wanted to write to you a little of what i remember about scott: scott was always the little guy who was always there but so quiet that you didn't mind his company, even when it was suppose to be just the girls. i always wanted to pick him up and squeeze his cute little body and put a smile on his adorable fact. i loved scott, he was like my little brother, too. i always remember your dad telling me, in confidence, that scott was going to be the best athlete of the family. he was convinced that scott was the quite younger brother that would out-do all of his siblings by the time he was finished with high school/college. your dad was so proud of all of you but he was so excited about what scott had in store for everyone. it was amazing to watch this shy little fackrell turn into the heart-throb of trinity county. i know that there had to by quite a few girls his age that wrote about him in their journals or fantasized about being his girlfriend. all of the fackrell men seemed to have that affect on women, but scott was different. his gentle-shy manner made him even more attractive. i always felt like i was a part of the fackrell clan, and the ups and downs of the family have affected me in more ways than i could possibly explain. the loss, of my adorable little friend scott, hurt deeply.


Nathanial Trujillo (longtime neighbor/ friend) I lived next to the fackrells for about 7 years on moutainview street. Our families became good friends. My best memories were when all of us used to play wiffleball and basketball inbetween our two houses in the street. scott and i were almost always on a team vs. chris and pj and jeffery malloy. Scott was like a older brother to me. he always treated me good and never let me quit any sports games we were playing at the time. when we would play 1on 1 wiffle ball he was always the San Fransisco Giants and i was always the Dodgers, but no matter what scott always won but he made sure i kept coming back for more the next day. Scott was one of the best friends i have ever had and he helped me so much in sports and even with my homework, he always had time for me, even when he was hanging out with his friends his own age, he fit me in. When his family moved across town to the huge mansion on taylor street Scott never forgot me and every now and then came back for a game or two of wiffleball. I miss scott very much, and think of him often before my highschool basketball and baseball games. He was the best in all of us. I thank god for the time i knew and was friends with scott fackrell.


Jeremy VanMatre (Friend) There a so many great memories of Scott. Pool basketball, football, church dances, bally snow football, the list goes on and on. Ones that stick out were the trips to Redding that Andy, Todd, Scott and I would frequently take. One night coming home from Redding, as we were passing by Whyskeytown lake we just got the urge to go swimming. So we pulled in to oak bottom campground and proceeded to strip down and swim across the cove to the beach on the other side. As we reached the beach we were confronted by two park rangers shining their flashlights on our mostly nude bodies.... They ordered us to get our clothes and leave. Since our clothes were on the other side of the cove we started to swim across. This did not please the park rangers. The insisted that we walk all the way around the cove and get our clothes, then leave quietly. Well we did just that, only for those people reading this who haven't experienced a ride in "the STANG"...it is not the most quiet car in the world. In fact it is anything but quiet. Just for kicks Scott went a little hard on the gas as we were leaving. And i can pretty much gurantee he woke up everyone within a five mile radius. I was blessed to have scott as a friend. Best wishes


Will Bergey (Friend of Aimee's) -- I have thought a few times about sending something, but I never really know Scott when he was older. I wish I had because it sounds like he grew into an amazing person. The one thing that I do remember is when were kids and I used to walk over to your guys' house so we could play basketball on the little hoop at the Baptist church; and how much Scott always wanted to come. He was such a cute little guy, and he looked up to Aimee so much. Even when he was small, he was a good baller, she taught him well. He was always around, but in a good way. He was never annoying like some kids can be, he was always fun. I know it is not much, but it is what I think about when I think of him. And I dont know if it really counts as a nick name, but I was always The Tall Guy, but for some strange reason, a lot of people call me that :)


Roberta and Turner Jones (Family Friends) -- We never did write our favorite memory either. Probably because there are so many of them. Scott has a very special place in our hearts and on ourrefrigerator. Speaking of refrigerators.... the first thing Scott did when he came to our house was head to the freezer in the garage and then walk on in and check the refrigerator. The last time I saw him was that Friday night after the football game when he came over and he was standing in front of the fridge checking things out, grabbed a brownie, and then headed out. We loved that he felt so at home there and love him as a son. One of our special other last memories was heading to the coast that Aug. the weekend before school started getting to Junction City and remembering that we had told Scott we would take him the next time we went over to do fireworks. So we stopped and called him. Naturally, he wanted to go,so we headed back to Weaverville to pick him up.We had fun that evening watching he and Todd try to light fireworks on the beach and again the next day at the Samoa Cookhouse watching which one of them could eat the most chicken fried steak.We are so glad now that we took that opportunity to take Scott with us. We miss him dearly and can still see that smiling face in our minds and look forward to seeing him again someday.


Sarah (Grace) Frink: For me, the memory of Scott Fackrell is synonymous with the memory of growing up. He was there throughout every stage in my life--competing, riling, and talking with me from pre-school until he made a devastating departure our junior year of high school. I remember racing (fastest girl vs. fastest boy) every recess in kindergarten in front of our entire class. Of course, in genuine Scott fashion, he would never admit defeat (especially not to a girl). Since then, the competition between Scott and me grew and solidified our friendship and understanding of each other. Sports were a big part of both of our lives, and I must admit it was Scott's unending cockiness and competitiveness that inspired me to be just as cocky and just as competitive. We would make fun of each other's NBA teams, even posting newspaper pages on the other's locker to make sure that they knew (and were reminded) their team had been beat (I'll NEVER forget when the Sacramento Kings beat the Pheonix Suns after coming back from 28 points--Scott still owes me $10 from that bet ). One conversation I will never forget is our Sophomore year in High School before prom. Scott and I were talking back and forth about who was going to be more successful--he claimed next year's basketball season he would request some of his scouts look at me as a favor--to that of course I told him that the schools that would be looking at me were a little out of his league, so his scouts may be intimidated by their presence, but I could try to see if a big school may consider him too. I owe much of my success and determination to Scott's presence in my life. He always pushed me to work harder--I always asked myself: if he can do it, why can't I? And anyone who knew Scott knows he always could. I could write a novel on all of the other memories I have of Scott, but then again Scott never read a book in his life (one of his most proud accomplishments). Instead I will just keep them with me always and share them periodically, as everyone who knew him does--he was an amazing person. Incredible spiritual strength, intelligent and magnetic, he was the only THS athlete I've seen with a genuine chance to go D1 directly, cleanly--and he knew it. You're missed Scott, and your memories continue to inspire.
Bobby Smith (excerpts from a letter to Scott's mom; July 2006) I am still not over loosing him. It has taken me this long to just deal with my emotions because I became so close to scott. Honestly he was my big brother that I never had. That is why it is so hard for me to let go, thats why I got his name on my chest so he is always with me no matter what. I know he is in a way better place than us right now looking over us. I trust that the lord took him for some reason, I don't know what but I was sure angry at him for a long time for taking my best friend and my brother. I love you very much and I just remember being over at your house and staying the night for the tournament that got cancelled because of snow. Scott kept me out of trouble a lot of times.

Shelle Ford (Friend): I wanted to let you and your whole family know that Scott is constantly being remembered and thought of. I experienced the loss of my brother in a car accident and the 4 year anniversary of his death was on June 14th. It doesn't get easier at all. I've known Scott since preschool. I always thought of him as a friend and a leader. Scott was always the center point at any social function. Everyone wanted Scott to attend their birthday parties. When I heard about Scott's accident I felt as though my world crumbled! I was getting ready for school as usual when Kimber called me. Everyday we went to school together so I didn't think anything was wrong. As soon as I heard her voice I felt as though I was going to be sick. When she told me that Karl and Scott were in an accident I automatically became very nervous for Scott. For some reason I knew Karl was ok. I started to panic and my family came to know why. My little sister became hysteric. All Kimber and i wanted to do is drive down to Redding and see Scott. I have never been so nervous in my life, I tried attending class and I remember Mr. Duntsch telling me to think positive- that was impossible. Scott was always so invincible! Nothing could hurt him. Just the Friday before I was getting ready to leave for a volleyball tournament and Scott came up to me like he always did from behind, wrapped his arms around my neck and shoulders and let all his body weight drag down on me. It was so normal for him to do things like that. I left feeling as though I would see him that Monday. Our volleyball team was in Fall River and we were watching the local news and they spoke of the game between Hoopa and Trinity and how great of a game Scott Fackrell played. We were all so proud! Scott's funeral was a very emotional time. I wanted to wake up and see that grin. I dream of Scott often, more than my own brother. I know one day I will see the both of them again. Until then I have the memories that play over and over in my head! Love, Shelle

Jereme Van Metre's Mom (friend) #1 - I remember when Scott and Jeremy double-dated for one of the proms. I still have the picture, and it's still so vivid in my memory. The two of them in our living room, so young--dressed up, looking so nervous to go get their dates. I remember they weren't real keen on smiling for the camera (just too nervous, I guess), but I told them I was going to keep taking their pictures until I got that smile. They smiled! #2 - Earlier in the day, Scott had called Jeremy to invite him to "Firesides" again (he'd been the night before). Jeremy talked to me about it, and because we hadn't had dinner together in a few days and he had some homework, he decided to stay at home this time, but would go next the next weekend. There isn't a day that goes by for me now that I don't think of how the simplest act of a conversation can have such an impact in your life. #3 - A few hours later, there was a banging on our front door. I answered to find Shane standing there. He asked for Jeremy. He told Jeremy and I that Karl and Scott had been in an accident on their way home from dropping off Scott's girlfriend after attending Firesides. He said that he, his parents and Scott's parents were on their way (after getting gas) to the hospital in Redding. Jeremy called Todd and I drove the kids to the hospital. I remember on the way there Jeremy asking me what "critical condition" meant. I told him that it was a pretty bad way to be, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't be okay after his body had time to heal. When we arrived at the hospital, their were people from the Church there, as well as the Fackrell family. I remember, after only being there a few minutes, Karl across the room. Without hesitation, we walked toward each other, I put my arms around him, gave him one of the biggest, most reassuring hugs I think I've ever given in my life, then I put my hands on his shoulders and stared him straight in the eyes and told him "Honey, this was a terrible, terrible accident--just that--an accident. Nobody means for anything like this to happen. That's why they are called accidents." (Karl was a "regular" at our house. He'd show up out of nowhere just to visit and talk for a while. It didn't matter if the kids were there or not, he'd still stay a bit and shoot the breeze with me.) It was as if I was chatting with one of my own sons--that's how much Karl was/is liked/loved in our household. I remember telling him not to give up hope. All this time, it was touch and go with Scott. Things were looking pretty bad in the beginning for him. Then, we got word he was being moved to ICU. Good news(!), I remember thinking to myself (from my own friend's hospital dilemma) that if their moving him to a room (or ICU), it's better than staying in the emergency room. To me, it meant (stabilization) a chance for the better of getting well. Another vivid memory I have is, we all seem to be lined up and down the hall outside where Scott was. Wayne was standing next to me. We were discussing how badly Scott was injured, and I remember telling him "it maybe a long road to hoe, but he can do it--with everyone's help he can do it." He said, "you're right, you're right." Prayer was everywhere on everyone's lips, whether whispered or said aloud, whether alone or with someone else. Everyone was praying. I remember thinking to myself, my childhood friend passed away in a car accident in a car driven by another one of our (older) neighborhood friends. We buried her at the age of 13. Her younger sister was one of my closest friends. I thought, my goodness, my son may experience the same childhood sadness I had--what are the odds and how fair was that? By the morning, the kids at the high school had gotten word what had happened and many had come down to be at the hospital. When it became apparent that Scott had taken a turn for the worse, I remember Todd and Jeremy being asked if they wanted to spend a few minutes alone with Scott to say goodbye. The boys took some time and thought about it. They decided to remember Scott as he was--the way they knew him to be--full of life, big smile, everybody's friend--their best friend. And in that way, they said goodbye to their dear friend (Jeremy's best friend--the first person to really welcome him into the fold at Trinity). Everybody loved Scott. It was just his way about him that drew kids to him and he became their friend. I suppose, in my opinion, that's his legacy. To make everyone feel welcome, be a friend to all. I remember the crowd at his funeral. There were so, so many people--young and old. I remember thinking, this boy was loved by so many people. There's nothing harder than having your child go before you (to heaven). The only consolation, in my opinion, if there is any in this kind of situation, is they're with us in spirit--they live in our hearts forever, and they wait for us to join them, and all will be well again.


Les Duntsch (Coach and Teacher)
Of all the boys, he was the best, the most fun to be around. Scott was just Scott. He had the most personality, besides Aimee. He was the leader of his class, too. I remember when he was helping coach Powder Puff Football. He just took charge. It's hard to take charge of Powder Puff.

Johaan Ryberg (Sept 2008)

My memories of Scott are innumerable. Childhood would not have been anywhere near the same without him. Wow, a truly special individual. A few that come to mind are....




*In the downstairs in the house on Mountain View Scott and I used to pin Chris down while Emma would pull his hair. (Don't deny it Chris, haha)
*One time while hanging out with Scott I witnessed him leave a Q-tip in his hear, forget about it, then try to put on deodorant. Yes....he jammed the Q-tip a bit too far into his ear when he raised his arm up causing one of his yelps I had heard so many times before.
*During a semifinal game of a bball tournament in 8th grade Scott had just hit the game winning shot at the buzzer. As a team, we got so excited that we rushed him and tackled him to the floor. During all the hoopla, Scott twisted his ankle and had to play injured in the championship. Not sure I've ever seen Coach Althof so mad!!

Amber Howard(Jan 2010)

For some reason today, I had this overwhelming urge to think
about Scott. When Scott passed, I had already moved to
Redding from Weaverville, and the news of his
passing, was a sadness to my heart.

I decided today to search google about Scott’s
passing, and was pleasantly surprised at your blogspot.

I remember Scott from being kids… I had briefly dated
Chris, yet Scott, and Thomas Hagerty, would always joke with me about picking
the “wrong man”. I laugh now, because he must have been about 11.
Anyways… I found myself, kissing Scott under the bleachers at WES. I
laugh now, but I remember the feeling of him beating out his “big brother!”

I miss him! I always have!