Happy 25th, Scott

Today would have been Scott's 25th birthday. As the day goes by today, I can't help but wonder where he would be and what his life would be like if he were still with us.

I remember trying to talk him into getting into the advertising business when I lived in NYC, telling him he could come and intern with some agency in the city and be our best babysitter and everything. He always loved commercials. I don't think he really gave any serious thought to my idea. I think he had some interest in law enforcement and was part of some training program for high school students with my brother, Chris (and maybe even Paul). When I remembered this fact, I considered the possibility that if Scott were living, there is a very good chance that his idea of a dream life would have been to live close to his brothers, where they could be as pigheaded and competitive as they wanted, as often as they could together. My conclusion is that Scott would be living in Susanville, and working as a prison guard with my other 2 brothers. I think he would have gotten married by now, given the fact that he was definitely good with the ladies. Maybe a little Scott Jr. on the way? Pick up basketball games at the church on Thursday nights, and wakeboarding all summer long on Lake Elsinore and arm wrestling over who will pay for the gas. Asking Sonja and Heather to make his favorite cookies, and running his fingers through his wife's hair as they sit on a beach blanket, discussing how much more air he can get on the wakeboard than his brothers.

This is how I see him. I see him as a strong family provider, a loving husband, a raucous and competitive brother, an excited father-to-be, a very tan muscular stud of a prison guard who secretly hopes to high heaven he never has to come to blows with any prisoner (although you'd never know it to hear him talk), a joker who calls me every week or so to let me know I have just won a million dollar shopping spree, a friend who would drop everything to help you stack your wood or build your deck, and a man who lives life to its fullest. This is how I see him. Love you , Scott.
-Your Big Sister

(I would love to know how the rest of you picture what he would have been like at 25 if you have the time)

Scott's Favorite Basketball Player, Kevin Johnson

Kevin Johnson was Scott's favorite, hands-down. He loved the Phoenix Suns and everything to do with them. When KJ came out with his "Hot Sox," my grandparents from Mesa, AZ got him a pair and he wore them to practice and in his games. There was no arguing with him (even though we did all the time cuz it was so fun to get him worked up), because there was never a better player than KJ. Even Michael Jordan wasn't as good in Scott's book. You can see why he liked him so much when you view the video below and watch how he celebrated every time he made a basket. Ha! So, here's to the greatest player to ever play the game...Kevin Johnson. (You had to pass away to make me say that, Scotter...it would've never happened while you were still alive.) :)

Scott's Slideshow

Scott Fackrell Memorial Website

This site is dedicated to Scott Fackrell who exited this world and went to live with his Heavenly Father, one summer night in 2001. On this site, you can read about Scott and the things that he loved. You can see pictures of him, and his friends and family. You can learn about the Scott's religious beliefs and read statements from people who knew him about what kind of a person he was. Please email me (Aimee) at noltenyc@yahoo.com if you have something you'd like to be posted on the site, or simply click on the "comment" button. Thanks for visiting!

Eulogy and Letter From Paul Jr.

Bob Cunningham was Scott's church leader, coach, school teacher, and friend. This is the eulogy he gave at Scott's funeral:

In behalf of Scott and the entire Fackrell and Haws family, I would like to thank you all for being here today to share in this memorial service for one of the finest young met I have ever known. I know that the veil between the mortal world and the spirit world is indeed thin, and Scott is in attendance with us at this time. So I say to you Scottie, hello my friend. I hope you can see how much we all love you and miss you. We also know that if we live worthy of the blessing, we will someday all be where you are now. Scottie, your father and mother have asked me to present your life to all of these people. I'll do my best for you Scottie, and I must admit, it will be fun for me to finally get the last word. I would want Paul and Trula to know that your son was loved. I would want you to know that your son was a tremendous influence for good in all of our lives. I would want the family to know that the only time I have felt more honored was when I was representing the Lord as a missionary in Korea. During the week, as I struggled to organize my feelings and thoughts, I heard a voice inside my head. It was Scott. He said, "Come on Cut, all you have to do is stand there and say a bunch of good stuff about me..how hard could that be?" So my job became simple, because finding a bunch of good stuff to say about you Scottie is indeed easy. Scott Earnest Fackrell was born on June 9, 1984 in Weaverville, California. I can just imagine the pride that Paul and Trula felt as they brought this wonderful little boy home. There must have been no mistake in the nursery as to who this child belonged to. Scott had the signature of the Fackrell family, those wonderful Fackrell ears. Being the 4th child born into a family as fun-loving and competitive as the Fackrells, it is no wonder he grew up to be the great competitor that he was. Im sure that the torture and practical jokes of Aimee, Paul, Chris soon began and it continued for as long as Scottie was with them. You were all so important to Scott. Your fine examples gave Scott something to live up to, and I know how proud you are of him. Chris told me yesterday that Scott had lately changed in his eyes from a boy to a man. Chris would know. This summer at the lake, Scott was on the edge of the house boat, daring any lady on the boat that thought he was man enough to come take their best shot. Shane went down, Todd went down, and I could see Chris' competitive eyes starting to glow. A half-eaten hot dog was placed firmly on the table as Chris leapt into battle. The clash of the titans began. Jake, Karl, Jeremy, Todd, and Shane watched with great interest as Chris flew head over heels into the water. Then came the Mr. Olympian show as Scott strutted and flexed for at least 20 minutes as the self-proclaimed king of the boat. Chris, drenched and shocked over the defeat, quietly sat down and finished eating that dog. From what I gather from the family, Scott was a wonderful little fellow. One thing is for sure, his pokey little ears and his shining little smile must have warmed the hearts of everyone. Scott brought joy into the home and made the family so much more complete. I have seen many pictures of the family, and everyone portrays the love they felt for each other and for Scott, their son and little brother. Scott was also very dear to Emma, for he was her childhood playmate. Grandpa Ron said that Scott was a wonderful little boy who never needed a spanking. All it took was a simple look or a slightly raised voice and Scott was right back on track. That says volumes about the wonderful spirit Scott was born with. It also is very ironic to those who know Scott today. How can a guy who has never been spanked himself grow up to become someone who threatens at least 25 people a day with a severe beating? I asked my classes at school if Scott Fackrell had ever threatened them with a severe beating. Over half the students in every class raised their hands...And they were all smiles. From what the family has said, Scott was always wondering off in his own world. No other child in the family got left behind more times than Scott. Once, as the family left Shasta Lake City, someone asked if anyone had seen Scott. The answer being no, the van was turned around and they headed back to find him. Well, as it turns out, Scott was in the bathroom when he should have been in the van. I once saw him crying on the lawn of the Stake Center in Redding, "Where is your family?", I asked. I think they're at Home Town Buffet, they leave me all the time", he said. One phone call was all it took to reunite the family. I know Scott considered his immediate and extended family as the greatest source of joy in his life. What a lucky and fortunate boy he was to be blessed with such wonderful parents, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, and two sets of the finest grandparents that anyone could ever ask for. All of you cradled him, loved him, taught him lessons and gave him a wonderful childhood. No boy on the face of this earth has been loved and cared for more by their family than Scott. If it were possible, I know Scottie would be hugging and kissing you all this very minute. Im certain it is a source of frustration for him as we speak, now that he is in spirit and not in body. I attest to his love for you all. Nothing gave him more pride than to belong to you and to carry the Fackrell name. Which of you can doubt that at this very moment, he is in the embrace of Grandpa Harold and other members of the family that have gone on before? As Scott grew, his activities in the elementary school included every sport possible, drama performances, and Little League. Scotts involvement in Rec League and elementary school basketball caught the attention of everyone, including the high school coaches. His athletic skills were amazing, even at a young age. And if you ever missed one of his athletic performances, it was easy to get a play by play account..all you had to do was ask Scott. PJ once told me that Scott would be way better than him someday, and I hate to say it PJ, but you were right. Scott could simply mesmerize you with his cat-like moves as he drove to the hoop. He was the fiercest competitor on the court that his coaches could have ever asked for. Who wouldn't want Scottie on your side? I remember standing by Mr. Aglipay as we watched Scott in one of his games when he was in his stunning groove. 3 pt shot after 3 pt shot, driving the baseline, driving through the key..it was all Scott. We looked at each other in amazement, as many of you have, and asked, "How does he do that?" Each year we play in a church tournament with all of the boys from Redding, Anderson, and the north valley area. Scott owned that tournament last year. He was unstoppable. People asked me if I had taught him how to shoot, "Of course", I replied. One thing I noticed about his play is that he would not glory in his success during the competition. And we can all agree that no one could lay it on thicker that Scott. No one on the court had a stronger desire to win. To lose a game was unthinkable to Scott. To lose at anything was unthinkable to Scott. Everything to Scott was a game, and every game was open to betting. You could not blow a bubble around Scott without it turning into an Olympic competition. He would lay down a bet over anything under the sun. He would settle any difference or argument with a proposed bet. "Do you wanna bet" was repeated as often as "You are such an idiot" or the ever popular "youre gonna get a severe beating" threat. I asked his classmates at school to raise their hands if Scott owed them at least 25 cents from past bets..the hand shot up by the dozens. Chris, I told them you would be good for the debts your brother racked up, so be prepared. And the list of accolades goes on..Three time champion on the 3 on 3 tournament in Redding, most valuable player in football and in basketball, both MVP decisions clearly deserved by all who watched this amazing athlete. Trophy after trophy, ribbon after ribbon, proud smiles from mother and father in the stands..he did all this because he wanted to make his family proud and bring honor upon his father's name. He did all this to live up to the excellent performances of his older sister and brothers. He did all this because he wanted to be the one we could all count on. He did all this because of his tremendous desire for success. He also did all this for the ladies, the hundreds and hundreds of ladies that were surely out there in the stands, just dying to catch a moment of his attention, or even a passing glance would do... "The ladies certainly love me", he would often say...or "I think the ladies loved my performance." Scott was a leader and he wanted it that way. He worked hard to be the one that people would turn to for inspiration. The desire to lead others to battle and his never give up attitude is reflected in a recent essay he wrote for English class. I will attempt to read it to you...it is, after all, Scott's own handwriting... "As I lead my team into the lacker room after a very dissapointing first half, I was very angry with the effort the exerted. 'You guys sure did make idiots out of yourselves out there. I am disgraced to even be associated with this ball team. We practice hard all week contimplating on how we are going to excel in the game on friday. It is like we have never experienced the game of football prior to this game. Don't you boys think we are out of this game, cause we are not. If we work hard and do our best, and playlike we practice we will become victorious.' As I looked at the faces of my boys they looked very beet up and I was very proud of how they wouldn't give up. They went back on the field and did the best to their ability they could." But for all of his athletic skills and accomplishments, that is not the thing that I am most proud of as his Young Mens' Leader in the church, a position I share with Tim Dobbs. Scott was very quiet about his inner most spiritual feelings and convictions. But all of his friends here today will attest that he lived true to his moral convictions with the same tenacity that he showed on the athletic field. Scott was raised to believe that his body was a precious gift from God, the mortal temple of his eternal spirit. He was taught that it is a serious matter in the eyes of his Heavenly Father to defile his body with immoral acts and damaging and addictive substances. Scott was true and faithful to his convictions. He died with his integrity intact. I say to you his friends and his family, that this is the greatest honor that Scott could have given to you, far exceeding any other accomplishment. Many of you here supported Scott in his faith and convictions..you have been his true friends and he will love you eternally for your support and friendship. To the family I say that everything Scott was on this earth, he still is. The very soul, the very spirit of Scott, with all of his wonderful attributes and his fun-loving spirit that same individual will once again be part of our lives when someday it becomes our turn to pass from this mortal existence. He will welcome each of you with open arms, and I will just bet he will have many accomplishments to brag about. Don't you think that Scott will have missed all of you as much as you miss him? He looks forward to the reunion with great anticipation. At that time, maybe he will even have something to report about that basketball game with Jesus. Maybe the Lord, in His infinite love for Scott, will give Scott that game he has always wanted. Personally, I am betting on the Lord, sorry Scott. To the ancient prophet Jeremiah, the Lord said "before I formed thee in the belly, I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee and I ordained thee a prophet unto all nations." From this and countless other ancient and modern revelations, we learn that we all existed as individually unique spirit children of our Father in Heaven before our sojourn on earth began. I wonder if the passing from this mortal existence into the eternal life to come is not very similar to the time when we left our Fathers presence and came to earth. In that event, Scott was the one who had to wait, as most of us, according to the plan of our Heavenly Father, entered this life before him. Knowing him, that must have drove him crazy. Many of his family members here today came to earth before Scott, and welcomed him into his mortal life. It is now your turn to stay behind, and his to welcome you into the next life. The tables have been turned, as painful as it is to bear for those who still remain in this earthly challenge. But make no mistake about it, Scott will not fail you on your day. He will be the first in line to welcome you home and will have earned that right through arm wrestling, threats of severe beatings, or whatever it will take. Karl and Shane, Scott loved you like you were both his brothers. Karl, Scott loves you and desires you to be happy. He harbors no ill feelings toward you, whatsoever. Chris told me yesterday that he is so glad that Scott was by your side when he passed from this life, for Chris knows how much you love Scott and how much Scott loves you. Move on in your life, Karl, and live you life in such a way that Scott would be proud. You will be with your cousin again and you will feel of Scott's love for you always. And to Emma..Your brother is very concerned for you. I'm sure if you asked Scott what he would do if he ever saw a guy act inappropriately toward you, he would describe the horrible beating the poor fellow would receive from his two friends lefty and righty. Emma, Scott will not be able to be there physically to help you through your teenage years, but he expects you to be strong, and to live worthy of this blessing, there will be many times that the veil will be thin and you will feel of Scott's presence. This blessing depends on your faithfulness and willingness to be obedient to the commandments of our Father in Heaven. On a very personal note, I must take this opportunity to publicly thank Scott for something he did for my family on a summer day about 2 years ago. I was waiting for his missionary farewell to do this, but this time is even more fitting. This is my son Bobby. Laurie and I were eating a lunch on the Fackrell's front lawn with church members, and Bobby, much like Scott when he was young, had wandered off. Bobby, like Scott, is also the 4th born in his family of 5 children. Our enjoyable visit was suddenly interrupted by sounds of my son Bobby choking and gasping for air. As we rushed to the swimming pool, there stood Scott Fackrell, dripping wet with water, holding the young boy he had saved from the bottom of the pool. Scott had noticed the pool cover had been disturbed, ran over to the edge of the pool, and there he saw my son standing on the bottom of the pool with his hands outstretched. I wonder if an angel had whispered to my son to be calm, for a hero is on his way. Scott has never mentioned this to people. To him it was just something that needed to be done and he was there to do it. But to the Cunninghams, Scott Fackrell is our family hero. He saved us all unmentionable heartache and pain and has allowed us the joy of having Bobby in our home. When Bobby is old enough, I cant wait to give him a framed picture of his earthly hero, the young man who saved his life. Thank you my friend. What more can be said about this wonderful son, brother, and friend who has blessed our lives. Could we have asked for more love and wonderful memories than Scott provided during his brief time on this earth? How grateful we are to our Heavenly Father for our association with our brother Scott. Our blessings are many, our cup runneth over. Scott would have each of us commit our lives to the commandments of our Heavenly Father, for it is only through obedience to the commandments that we are guaranteed freedom and true, lasting joy. Scott would have each of us live our lives worthy of the Spirit of God, so that our decisions will bring happiness and honor to our Father in Heaven. Scott has set the example for us all. He has fought a good fight, he has been a good and faithful servant. Our temporary parting is but for a brief time, and our reunion will be sweet. Scott, we thank you for your friendship, your brotherhood, and your wonderful spirit. The hole you have left in the fabric of your family will remain, not as a symbol of pain and sorrow, but as a symbol of eternal love and hope. Scott does not wish any of us to feel hopeless or be sad, but to grit our teeth and fight on with faith in the Savior and determination to come out on top in the end. I pray we will do this, in the name of our savior, Jesus Christ, amen.


Paul Fackrell Jr.'s Talk from the Funeral:
First of all, I want to thank all of you who have helped my family through this difficult time. I've heard of all the people pulling together and helping to provide my family with everything that they've needed to pass through this trial. Then I'd like to thank you all for coming to support my little brother. For many of us here it's not the first time that we've gathered together as a large group to support Scott and his friends as they've fought on the basketball court & football field. Now we support them as they fight through this trial life has handed us. I can imagine that the mood is probably a bit different right now. I'm writing you all to tell you that it shouldnt be. This day my joy is full. I'm prouder of my little brother right now than I ever was as he shot the lights out in a basketball game or threw 50 yard touchdown passes. When my little brother left this world, he won the most important game of all, the game of life. Most of you know that I'm down in Argentina right now, but for those of you that dont know, I decided to leave my home for two years to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, better known as the Mormons. Here I spend my days coaching people in this game of life. The rules are simple and the adversity is great, but we can win. There are two team captains in this game, one is Jesus Christ and the other is Satan. Many have played, many have won and many have lost. The rule books that were written by the Prophets of old show us the techniques and strategies to overcome our opponent. At times it seems hopeless; like were too far behind and at times we want to give up. Every time we fall, get tackled, or strike out we have to pick ourselves up and do better next time. Many ask, "What happens when the game is over? Where do the players go?" I want to share a verse from the Book of Mormon. This book is written by ancient Prophets here on the American continent. There was a Prophet names Alma, and in about the year 73 B.C. he wrote this to his son Corianton concerning the very question I've just made. He writes Now, concerning the state of the soul between death and the resurrection-Behold, it has been made known unto me by an angel, that the spirits of all men, as soon as they departed from this mortal body, yea, the spirits of all men, whether they be good or evil, are taken home to that God who gave them life. And then shall it come to pass, that the spirits of those who are righteous are received into a state of happiness, which is called paradise, a state of rest, a state of peace, where they shall rest from all their troubles and from all care, and sorrow. My little brother won the game. Heavenly Father, our God greeted him with open arms, hugged him and said, "Welcome home my faithful son, youve made it, and you have won." Scott now awaits the day that our team captain, the Savior of the world, Jesus Christ will come to sanctify the just and destroy the wicked. In that day, my little brother will take his place in the kingdom of Heaven with our Heavenly Father along with all of the other faithful sons and daughters that have passed through this world. Every man and woman, boy and girl chooses which team they want to play for. When we do well we play for Christ, and when we do wrong we play for Satan. We already know who will win in the final day, so why would we ever play for the losing team I ask? Satan is real and he plays real, but he will be beaten. When he is beaten he will drag his team down with him. He was no match for Scott, and my older brother Jesus Christ. I hope that you all will do the same. I love you all very much. To my family, I love you with all my heart and miss you so much. Im doing the Lord's work and Ill be home soon. To all of you here today, weve lost a good player from our team, an all-star, but he's rooting for us all. So play well. Paul Fackrell, Jr.

Nicknames and Expressions

-What Scott called us...and some of his favorite expressions

TRULA HAWS WHITAKER: Scott liked to call me TJ. He got the idea from his older sister cause he was too young to even know about the tv series TJ Hooker. Since my initials are TJ my loving children started calling me TJ Hooker. One of my favorite sayings was when he would go into his little boy voice and say "Mommy want to make me some "cook cooks"? That was he way of getting me to make him some cookies. And who could resist that sweet voice?

JEREMY VAN MATRE: Scott and the gang would call me "Jerome".....I guess that's the only thing you can really do to my name but I liked the name alot. I remember Scott and all of us would call Todd Jones, "Retodd" just to poke fun and mess with him. The one thing I remember is Scott having a little saying for his water. At home or even at school or football practice, instead of saying "I want some water," he would say "I want some wa wa." That's always stuck in my mind.

SHELLE FORD: Scott called me by my last name mostly, and he always had a joke to go along with it. Since my last name is "Ford," he would call me "found on road dead" or "fix or repair daily!" I was always telling him to knock it off!

REA MENNENGA: I don't think Scott had a nick name for me, but as you know . . . I had one for him. Since your family trip to Florida, I believe he was. . . I always thought he looked like a little "Peanut". He was in constant motion, especially jumping on the sofa. He was soooo cute as he bounced from place to place. He especially loved wearing his Superman T-shirt and underwear! He would dive into the sofa crying out "Supermaaaaaan"! He was definitely my little "Peanut", and always stayed that way in my heart.

EMMA FACKRELL: Scott used to call me "Skim," like Skim Milk. He also called me "Emmers." Also, if somebody said something that he thought was dumb, he would say, "Thats ridiculous!" But he would say it with a lisp. Very funny.

AIMEE NOLTE: When he was about 9, Scott made up the name "Aimee Canos" for me. It just popped in his head one day, and he said it all the time to annoy me. He'd say, "Aimee Caaaaaanos. Miss Caaaaaaanos...Does that booooother you, Missssss Canos?" Stuff like that. When I'd ask him anything where his answer was going to be no, like if I asked him if he was going to be home in time for dinner, he'd say, "Uh, that's a negative." He'd also have a smirk on his face. The last weekend I spent with him, he was saying "definitely" all the time...like "Definitely NOT doing that," or just a quick, "Definitely not," and he sounded like Rainman. I don't think he meant to, but he did. I can almost hear him saying it.

ECHO FACKRELL: I called Scott "Little Scooter Bugs" when he was little, but I don't think he called me anything except for just, "Gamma" when he was a little guy. I will share a funny story though. When Scott was little, he was at my house and had a little gas. I said, "Scott!" and he said "Squooze me." Then I said, "Boy that's a stinky one, Scotter." and he started to cry. I called Trula and found out that at his house, if you said "excuse me", that was the end of it, and kind of erased it from ever happening in the first place. I didn't make the mistake again.

CINDA HERON: I thought a lot about this and of course it makes me laugh. On a good day, I just drove Scott crazy, some days I made him plain mad. I don't think I really want to know his nickname for me! But I do know that on the days I made him peanut butter cup cookies, I was his favorite aunt. Thanks for asking.

ROBERTA AND TURNER JONES Scott used to call Turner "Turn-me-over". Don't know where he got that,but it has stuck with some of the "boys".Turner called Scott "Scotia".They had fun teasing each other.I asked Todd if he could remember a name he had for me. Jokingly he said,"you don't want to know", but then added that it was never bad.I know Scott always had a "your mama" phrase to say, but I never took it personally. He always had a laugh and twinkle in his eyes to go with it.

Family's Memories

Aimee Nolte (Sept. 11, 2003) In August of 2001, I made a trip to Weaverville. One evening, Scott and I decided we'd like to go play basketball at the elementary school. He drove me over there in a little compact car that Dad had bought for him and we parked just across the street from the parkat the back of the school. He grabbed the ball and we started to walk down the hill to the basketball courts. He was in front of me on the sidewalk and he turned and threw me the ball. I told him to turn back around and Id try to throw the ball over his head while we were walking so that he could catch it in front of him. We quickly made a rule that he couldn't turn his head back to look at me at all. I'd tell him when the ball was coming, and he'd just keep walking and catch it right in front of his face. After a few tries, he did it. We switched places. He was behind me now and we just kept walking. He was making perfect or near-perfect throws to me, but I don't think ever caught the ball without turning my head slightly back toward him to catch a glimpse of it before it came over my head. I was probably too afraid of getting hit! Scott and I got to the courts and found 2 of his classmates (Jeremiah Jones and another boy whose name I can't remember). We decided that we would play them to 10 by ones. It was the first time in a long time that I had played with my brother. He made some wonderful shots and great passes to me, and we had a blast. We lost the first game, won the second, and barely lost the 3rd, by one basket. Scott was a little ticked off by that to say the least, but I was thrilled just to have kept up. Mom and Emma had shown up to watch the last game, so Scott wasn't excited about losing in front of them either. He shook it off pretty well though, and we walked back up the hill to the car playing our new game. He made another great catch or two and we got in the car. My brother was a BALLER. He lived for ball. He was coordinated as heck and would tell you so at the drop of a hat. He hated to lose, and didnt do it often but I was happy as could be that he took a loss that day, so that he could play with his big sister. I love Scott and think about him every day. I remember his smile and the way he called me "Aimee Canos." (A name which made no sense, but was his nickname of choice for me) I remember how when I would ask him to do something for me, he would raise his eyebrows and say, "Uh, thats a negative". I remember the way he used to try to get a rise out of me and the way it felt to touch his curly rough hair when I pushed him to the ground and yelled, "Get off of me!" I can hear him in my mind saying, "Come on!" as he sprang back up to his feet and got in my face. His spirit was so strong, its gonna be here a long time. It didn't die with him. I remember my brother all the time, and Im sure he wants it that way. Take a second and think about the way his voice sounded. Try and envision the way his face looked when he was telling you how fat your mom was. Look up and give him a smile today, and don't ever stop missing him. Aimee Nolte (ON SCOTT'S BDAY, 1984) Seeing how I was only 7, I can't remember too much. I do remember some little things though... While Mom was pregnant, I spent a fair amount of time trying to name the baby. I already had 2 brothers, and was ready for a sister. I think her name would've been Jana, had a girl been born. I went to stay with my grandma and grandpa Fackrell when Mom went into labor. It seems like PJ was there with me too, but maybe not. I remember hoping that my new sibling would be born before I went to bed that night, but there was no such luck. I went to sleep in between my grandparents in their water bed that had satin sheets. I was awakened in the night by a phone call. Grandma told me that I had a new baby brother. I cried because I had wanted a sister so badly and I was upset about it. The next morning, my grandma took me to the hospital to see Mom and the baby. He hadn't been named yet. Mom told me she wanted to see what I thought before she and Dad made their minds up. They were sure that "Ernest" would be the middle name (after my dad), but were trying to decide between "Scott" and "Jeff" for a first name. When I looked at that baby and held him in the hospital room, I decided He would have to be named Scott. The reason was because the only Jeff I knew was Jeff Brown and he had blond hair. This baby had brown hair and could not be named Jeff (although that would've been cool cuz his initials would've spelled his name...J.E.F.!) Mom and Dad let me believe that I named him, even though I'm pretty sure they already had their minds made up. I always told Scott that I named him though. Maybe that's why he saw fit to make up his own name for me as well..."Aimee Canos," but that's a story for another day. Aimee Nolte (older sister--The Last Time I Saw Scott): The last weekend that Scott and I spent together was about a week before the accident. We were in my mom's car, driving to the State Fair in Oregon to meet our cousins and sister one night. For the entire drive, Scott criticized my driving skills and we argued about whether or not he needed to wear a seat belt. We did my best to keep the country music off of the radio and he did his best to keep it playing. When we got to the parking lot at the fair, we saw that it was going to cost us $7. Scott noticed that the lady in the booth had not seen us yet. He grabbed the wheel and tried to turn us into a parking spot so that we wouldn't have to pay. I wouldn't let him do it. He was acting pretty mad, although I think it was mostly an act. We ended up paying the 7 bucks, but being to late to get into the fair that night. Instead, we drove to a store and bought desert and ate way too much together while we watched Wayne's World at my cousin's house. Needless to say, he brought up the fact that we payed 7 dollars for nothing several times for the rest of the night.


Shannon Nugent (Aunt) Scott always had to be the "best" at everything. If Chris could do 100 situps with the plastic tummy exerciser and P.J. could do 150, then by golly, Scott (who was 1/2 PJ's size) was going to do 200 or die trying. I remember begging Scott to stop because he was going to be sick. He passed Chris's record, then P.J.'s record and instead of stopping at 151 like most competive people would do, he had to make sure that no one would break his record. He went on to 200 and a belly ache! Scott loved to slug me (rather hard) in the back and ask, "How's the kids, Aunt Shannon?" To know him, was truly to love him.


Jenni Tingle (cousin) I remember when we were young and we would play "house" at the Fackrell's and we use to make Scott be the baby because he was the littlest and the cutest. He was always such a great sport!


Margo Posenjak (Aunt) When Trula was expecting Scott I was living in Weaverville and Trula and I were very close. We had adopted Adam in May of 1984 and I was fine with the fact that I would never deliver a baby of my own. Trula, however, wanted me to experience the whole childbirth and delivery with her this time. She arranged for me to be her birthing coach and we took the classes and watched the movies together. We had some fun times practicing breathing and counting contractions. She could have taught the classes by this point in her career! When Trula went into labor, I was there, and so was everyone else. I did my job, but she didn't mind me very well. I think she didn't really need anyone to tell her how to do this, she had it down pat, but wanted me to be close. I'm sure the whole birthing room experience was something I needed to add to my list of accomplishments, but I was convinced that there are some who are called to it, and I probably wasn't one of them! When our precious Scott arrived we were all relieved that it was over for Trula and wondered if this might be the last baby. Foutunately for all of us, she had one more beautiful baby to bring to us. Trula and I shared several precious months with our little boys before I moved from Weaverville. The boys stayed close although they would not remember the early months that we shared in Weaverville. We loved the times that Adam and Scott could be re-united in Weaverville and at the Ranch, or at Grandma and Grandpa's in Mesa. They were two of a kind and loved to compete with each in everything, it didn't even need to be sports. Both gifted athletes, it was fun to watch them challenge each other. Of course, our whole family loved being around Scott and looked forward to the fun he brought to any family gathering. My most tender moment with Scott was at the hospital in Salem, after he had said good-bye to Grandma Haws for what would be the last time. He was tearful and tender, and let me hug on him as long as I wanted to. I did tease him about the stubble on his arms as he held me with them. I was so glad to have had that very special moment with him.


Keri Fackrell (Cousin) My family went up to visit one night and have dinner with everyone. So as usual we all the kids went down and started making the whole downstairs pitch black, getting it ready for the ultimate Fackrell game- Capture the Flag. We got all the ammunition ready.. boxing gloves, punching bags, pillows, anything that would make the opponent go down... but not get hurt. (We weren't heartless!) Well, i got put on the opposite team than Scott. He was posted in his room, guarding their flag. The last and toughest opponent to fight through before you captured sweet victory! Well... by some miracle i made it! I was there... all i had left was Scotty. Piece of cake! haha- yeah right. What was i thinking?!?! Well, i wasn't and i totally just jumped head first, trying to dive and capture the flag. Well this was a very serious game as you all know. Scott wasn't about to lose... so he tackled me mid-air, right into the dresser. Well i started crying and then asked him if i was bleeding. With his lil grin he said "oh no- your fine... but lets go upstairs k?" I was freaking out and by the time we made it up the stairs blood was running down my face. Our parents didn't seem very surprised... but they didn't want me to go to the hospital there, so we just kinda waited to see what would happen. well everything healed fine, but i will never forget the nights we all stayed up playing games and shooting cans from the porch at the house. We always were a competitive family! I miss Scotty so much, but he's probably captain of the fiercest Capture the Flag team ever right now!


Joany Haws (Aunt) : Uncle Harold and I were just going to sleep on the night of the accident when Shannon called to tell us what had happened. I knew from what she said and the tone of her voice that it was a very serious accident. We prayed right then. I was unable to go to the service for Scott as I stayed in Salem at the hospital with Grandma Haws. I could never truly relay in words what it was like to see her grieve so deeply for Scott and his family. Her heart was breaking for Trula. We spent the day reading the Bible and praying and wondering. Uncle Harold was so good to keep us updated as often as possible. Time heals but never replaces the sense of loss we have for Scott. Love, Aunt Joany


Joan Fackrell (Aunt): I have given it much thought about you and your family and the loss that you guys went through and how our family was touched by the accident. I want to first say I am not sure how it feels to lose a Son. The loss of a sibling I can't imagine either. But the Gospel of Jesus Christ has made it to where we can be together forever. Something I learned when I went to the temple as a youth to be sealed to my family, was the promise that was made to our family. I had an older sister who passed away right after I was born. The Temple President talked us after we sealed as a family for Time and all Eternity. His advice was LIVE WORTHY , and he repeated himself a few times after about the third time, he said you will go through this life not seeing her Don't go through the Eternities. I know that has been advice that I have tried to live by, because I can't imagine not being able to be a part of her life. Our prayers are always with you and your families. Our testimonies have been strengthened by your examples. We love you all. Aunt Joan


Margo Posenjak (Aunt): We got the call late in the night that Scott had been in an accident. We prayed through the night and then waited. Adam was still at home when the call came that Scott was gone. His heart was breaking, but he came to find me in my classroom at school to tell me. We held each other and cried. I held him so tighly, like I never wanted to let him go. He explained to our school secretary that we had to leave and he walked me to my car. The plans were quickly made for us to go to Weaverville for the funeral and I'm so glad we were all there together, especially for Trula and her kids. I was so impressed with how many of Scott's teachers and friends were there to support the family as well. I loved the fun things that were said about Scott, that just confirmed to us that others loved him as much as we did. My boys loved Scott and have fond memories of vacations spent with the Fackrells either at the R Ranch or at Grandma and Grandpa's in Mesa. I'm sure I have been a lot more clingy with my boys since we lost Scott, but I want to love them while I have them. Trula, you are my hero and the perfect mother for your kids and grandkids. I love you. Margo


Craig Fackrell (cousin)I dont have a lot of them because my family moved to Utah when I was only 7, but I do remember spending some really good times with my cousins in weaverville. One memory I have of scott came back to me very suddenly as I was serving a mission for the Church in French Polynesia. I had only been there a couple of weeks and was on my very first island, called Manihi. My companion and I ate dinner with a family at their house, and as we left they handed me a big bundle of leftovers for us to take home. So i got on my bike with the bundle in my right hand, and my left hand on the handle bars. Not even a minute later, it starting pouring rain and we were both soaked from head to toe. Up ahead I saw my companion pull over to find some shelter and I realized I was going to have to brake. With my right hand taken, I was forced to brake with my left, which goes to the front tire. As you can imagine, that choice sent me flying through the air head first. I got up covered in mud and blood streaming from my elbow. We decided to walk the rest of the way. As we were walking, a memory of scott came to my mind. When we were little, scott and I were playing in a field near his house and I got a splinter in my big toe. He suggested that we go see grandma and she would know what to do. So we did, and grandma told me my only option was to dig it out with a big pair of tweezers. I told her I would rather just leave it in there. When scott heard that he said, "are you crazy, it will only hurt for a couple of seconds, I do it all the time." So I finally let her pull it out I think. So that's one thing I remember about scott, his high tolerance for pain. That helped me out a lot in that situation. Throughout my mission, and even to today, I think a lot about scott, and his big smiling face will pop into my mind at times I least expect it. I know he still lives and that he is involved in all of our lives, even now. Another memory I have is when I was about 13, scott came to visit my family in Utah with Grandma and Grandpa in their motorhome. When they got there, I remember asking scott, "so how was the drive, wasn't it boring driving all the way across Nevada?" He said, "yeah, especially since grandpa never got that motorhome above 50 miles per hour!"


Sonja Fackrell (Sister-in law) Although I never knew Scott, there aren't many days that I don't think about him. Here is my one contact with Scott that may have forever altered my path. I don't know for certain that Chris and I would be together if it weren't for Scott. Even as insignificant as this action was, I believe it to be the reason why I am now a part of this wonderful family. When I met Chris over the Fourth of July 2001, I was immediately surprised by how I felt for someone I had only just met. Chris and I met Friday night and then hung out together most of Saturday night. When Chris dropped me off Saturday night we didn't exchange phone numbers and I don't think we had the intention of pursuing anything because I lived so far away and was older. On Sunday though I couldn't stop thinking about Chris and didn't know what I was going to do. I had to leave to drive back home and wanted to see Chris before I left to see if he felt the way I did. I got in the phone book and looked up both Paul and Trula's phone numbers. I was very nervous because I didn't know who would answer the phone and I didn't want anyone to think it was strange for me to be calling. I assumed Chris lived with Paul so I called there first and no one answered. I was on my way out of town and decided to try Trula's number with huge butterflies in my stomach. Scott answered the phone and I tried to just find out if Chris was home and he wasn't. I didn't want to leave a message, but Scott insisted that I tell him my name, so I did. I don't know if Chris had told Scott that he met me over the weekend, but after hearing my name Scott told me to try Chris on his cell phone and gave me the number. This may not be a fantastic story, but without Chris' cell phone number I don't think I would have pursued anything further because I was scared to death of the family and their reaction to me. After leaving a message for Chris on his cell phone, we immediately began dating, and now of course are married. Not many people knew that we dated in the beginning, but Chris told me that Scott had figured it out. Although I love my new family and I am very happy to be a part of it, I only wish I had the opportunity to meet my other brother-in-law, Scott. Of course with the way I play basketball, Scott would never have allowed me on his team :)

Aunt, Rea Mennenga: I always have fond memories of the year the Fackrells visited us in Orlando for Thanksgiving. We had a great time, but I especially remember how Scottie only wanted to wear his Super Man shirt, even though they were his pajamas! He would get up on the edge of the sofa and dive down, yelling "Super Man!" He was so cute doing this - he looked like a little peanut jumping off the couch...thus his alias, "Peanut" began about the age or 3 years old, in Orlando, Florida!


Joany Haws (Aunt) I think my favorite memory of Scott was his sweet, sweet spirit. He had a way of his way of pushing himself into your heart. The cutest little boy!! But the funniest(embarrassing on my part!)was when I went to a Shakespeare play in Ashland with some students from our school -- Western Baptist College. I ran into my own nephew (who was there with a group from his high school in Weaverville) and didn't even recognize him. It had been awhile since I had seen him but, come on... I was his aunt! It was kind of one of those moments when you see someone you know in a place where you don't expect to see someone you know. Anyway....he graciously reminded me that he was Scott, my nephew. What a great kid!!! I miss him.


Emma Fackrell (sister) Scott used to call me (Emma) Emers whenever he wanted something, like cookies, or dinner, or something to drink.


Monica Porter (cousin) My most vivid memory of Scott is when the Fackrell family came to our house in Florida to visit. I believe that is when he got his nickname peanut from my mom. I remember swimming, going to Disney, going to the beach and staying at the condo and I especially remember his adorable little smile. I still picture Scottie as a little boy. I am so thankful that I was able to see him and talk to him in Oregon just a week before he died. I know the Lord planned that trip for me to be able to see both him and grandma, since it had been so long since I had seen them last


Keri Fackrell (cousin) The memory that sticks out the most when we were little was when scott came running out of the port-a-potty in weaverville with his pants off. from then on we called him scotty the port-a-potty.that drove him nuts. but he outgrew it. my latest memory of scotty, was at Youth conference last year. i loved hearing how strong he was in the church and we were able to spend so much more time together. i'm so grateful that we were able to have that time and i'm grateful for the church for giving me so many oppurtunities to be with him and all of my cousins.

JoNeal Fackrell (cousin) The ultimate time that i will remeber was when we went to the lake, and Scott used the port-a-potty. i remember i think it was p.j, who opened the door, and there stood scott, his pants down to his ankles, i have always laughed at that. But i remember when we would walk down to the jolly cone, and get an icecream ( and Tish always followed us). Or the time when we would stay up late, playing pool, basketball, or wrestle. Scott was very competitive, but let me win "some times". I remember all of us kids got together down stairs at the old house, and we would cover the windows, and turn off all the lights, and we would play capture the flag. i would always go upstairs first, because i hated be knocked around by a bunch of teenage boys!!! What i remember will always remain in my heart. I know scotty is in a good place, and I know he is being taken care of by family, friends, and our heavenly father. We all need to remember these good times, and not bad, for that is how we get on with our lives. i know that we will see each other again, and i love ya scott! Cousin JoJo



Aimee Nolte (sister): I brought John home with me for Christmas (right before we got engaged in 1997) to meet my family. My mom asked him to fill the ice cube trays at some point during his stay. He started filling them at the sink, with the water barely running, filling one little empty pool at a time...then moving the tray a half-inch to fill the next, and so on (very tedious). Scott came up to John and said, "Hey Genius, why don't you try it like this and then you won't be here all day blocking the sink." (or something to that effect) Then he proceeded to show John how to tilt the tray so that the water could run from the top pools into the bottom ones. John was grateful. Later that day, we were having a BBQ, and all of the condiments were set out on the kitchen counter for everyone to get their buns ready for burgers. In typical Fackrell family fashion, there was a humongous container of mayonnaise from Costco, and in even more typical family fashion it was almost empty. Mom had laid it on its side to make it easier to handle. John saw the container on its side and tipped it upright, stuck the butter knife all the way to the bottom, scraped a tiny amount of Mayo up and got his hand all messy in the process. Scott (13 years old at the time) was next to him at the counter and said, "Uh yeah, if you would've left it on its side, you'd have gotten more on the knife and less on your hand. Let Scott show you how it's done, huh." He then shook the Mayo from the bottom to the side and laid it back down the way it was. I think my John was definitely impressed by my brother's keen intellect on that trip.
Aimee Nolte (sister) Sept 11, 2006: Scott had a guilty pleasure that he would probably kill me for telling you all about. The kid loved TV. He watched lots, but among his favorite shows were "Full House" and "Family Matters." I'm not just talking about when he was a little kid, because the last trip I took home (before he passed away), I saw something very funny. He had been sitting with Emma on the couch at my mom's house, watching Full House, when a bunch of football buddies came over. They had all been to "hell week" practice earlier and were breaking for lunch, I believe. When his friends came in to sit on the couch with him, he started to flip through the channels with the remote. When he got around to the "Full House" station, he paused for a second and looked around at the other guys (I suppose to see if any of their eyes lit up for a second), but none of them had the sparkle he was looking for. He proceeded to look for a more manly show, and I can't remember what he finally settled on, but I can remember seeing a little bit of regret behind his eyes as he realized he'd have to miss the episode. :) Scott also knew all of the commercials on tv at any given time period. He would recite them at dinner time, or sing the jingles as he meandered around the house. I can see him coming up to me with his eyebrows raised and an angelic smile as he put his face just inches from mine and sang, "Merry Christmas, from Payless........Merry Chriiiiiiiistmas." It was impossible not to crack up and shake my head at what a weirdo he was. I used to tell him when I lived in NYC that he should come after high school and intern for a TV station there. I think he could have come up with great advertising campaigns for studly football players to view in the privacy of their own homes as they secretly viewed reruns of old family-friendly sitcoms. Don't be mad, Scotter. I thought you were SO cute. Still do.


Shannon Nugent (Aunt): I have a little story about Scott that I thought of. When Scott was 3 or 4 years old I went with his parents, G & G Haws and his siblings to the Lewiston Fish Hatchery. We stopped to look at some of the fish in the tanks and some of us took a potty break. We all got back in the car and headed merrily down the road. We were some distance when Paul (Sr) asked where Scott was. He wasn't in the van and no one knew. It was determined that I was the last one who saw him in the women's bathroom. It wasn't one of my finer hours. (It was right up there with the time I didn't see Emma jump in the pool and she almost drowned.) By the time we got back to the hatchery, Scott had been located by a Ranger (or whatever they're called) and they were waiting for us. I'm told that this isn't the only time that Scott got left somewhere. Trula recalls that a few years later the family was at Fall River playing golf with the Greg Olson family. Apparantly they all loaded up and got a ways down the road when someone discovered that Scotter was missing again. By the time they got back, he was standing on the side of the road waiting for his family. He knew the drill by then. (I was NOT along on that trip.)


Emma Fackrell (sister) When I was about 5-6 years old I can recall Scott asking me the words..."Don't you trust me Emma??" I knew I could only answer yes....And then following this question he would have me stand in the middle of the living room strong as I could. My back was facing him, and he would get a running start, put his hands on my shoulders, and jump over my head. I was so scared...but I trusted my brother. This was a daily activity for Scott. Lucky me!!!! Let's see...this memory is a little embarrassing, but my family I know will enjoy it. I used to get stuck in the back seat on family trips inbetween Chris and Scott. I always got pushed around...cried A LOT...and etc. I remember Chris fell asleep and Scott leaned over and whispered in my ear..."give Chris a kiss on the lips!" I refused...but then Scott threatened a beat down...so I did as he requested. I layed a big one on Chris's mouth waking him up. Chris ticked off and mad as ever started punching me and telling me I better never do that again. All the while Scott sat there crying due to laughter. A week before Scott's accident my mom, him, and I took a trip to Oregon to go visit our sick grandma. What a fun trip...Scott and I were told to watch Miles (our little nephew who was about 3 at that time). So scott and I took him to the park and then went on a drive to hopefully put him to sleep. In which Miles did...he fell right to sleep. We then arrived back to the hospital, Scott and I got out of the car forgetting about our little nephew in the back seat. We went inside and about 30 minutes later...I asked Scott confused..."Where is Miles?" He then gave me this frightened look for we both realized at that minute we forgot him in the car. We ran as quick as we could down the hospital hallway. Scott sticking his arm in the elevator door last min. before it shut. Got to the bottom floor and sprinted to the car. There we found our little nephew asleep, sweating refusely. Scott grabbed Miles out of the car...wrapped him in his arms, and began to get teary eyed while I stood there balling my eyes out. Scott then started talking to Miles trying to get him to respond..in which he did. Scott put Miles in the outside water fountain to cool him down. Scott was so scared for little Miles. He loved Miles....just like I did....and of course still do. We were so relieved to find Miles just fine! I love my brother...and it is so nice to know we all still think of him often and have fond memories with him. I do know he is in a better place, and am comforted by the fact I know I will see him again someday!

Shannon Nugent (Sept 2008)
Scott did not like store brand cereals. THey had to be big names. One time I was over there and told him I was going shopping, what did he need. He opened the cereal cabinet and pointed to all the "no-name" cereal and said, "Aunt Shannon, all we have is crap cereal around here. Could you please get something we can eat?" Miss you Scotty.

Keri Fackrell (2005)

It was 4 years ago... but i remember it like it was yesterday....

We were at a church dance, and as usual- i was related to most of the people there. lol. but i remember one slow song my cousin Scott and I were dancing. He was just being Scott, you know- very protective and always thinkin that he could take any guy who even thought of trying to ask me out. It was annoying, but I always appreciated it. During that dance, he asked me the normal "so who else here is hot besides me?" and "so is there anyone i need to give a Fackrell beating to yet?" He was the typical high school jock thinking, no wait- knowing, that he is Mr. Big Stuff himself. He told me to always go for the good guy, and trust me, he tried his hardest to help me find him. lol. A week later, we were at a church fireside in Redding and him and my other cousin Karl drove down from Weaverville for it. I always looked forward to seeing the both of them. Even though they had all the girls around them and seemed to be busy with everything else in life, they always either sat with us or hung out with us afterward. so after the fireside, Scott and Karl had to take home Scott's friend, so we said our good-byes and went our seperate ways. I could never have been prepared for what was going to happen. Just hours later around 12, we got a phone call from my uncle saying that Scott and Karl were in an accident. Scott was airlifted to the hospital and Karl was going by ambulance. Karl was ok, but Scott was thrown over 50 feet away from the car, and wasnt expected to make it. He was 16!!! why would he die! When we got to the hospital, all of our family and some close friends were there. i remember sitting outside the ICU just praying and crying with everyone. me and all of the cousins started talking about Scott and some things we remembered about him, then somehow we all started singing his favorite song from the fireside that nite. It was such an amazing experience and it really made me realize how much my family meant to me. Well, Scott fought hard, but died the next day. It was the worst thing to ever happen to me, and still is. Scott was a stud. He was the most popular guy in Weaverville, loved God, his family and sports. At the football game that friday, trinity played CV. All of my family went and Karl wore scott's uniform. They had a candlelight vigile and a moment of silence for him. then afterward a few of the CV players came to me and my family and express their sorrow and empathy for my family. It meant so much to know how much Scott touched everyone.

His funeral was an amazing tribute to him and i thought helped me gain some closure. My cousin PJ told me to read Alma 40 (Book of Mormon) to help me. It has become a major source of comfort and strength for me the past 4 years, but lately it's not enough. Yesterday marked the 4th year since his death. and for the first time i couldnt stop crying about it. I still am actually. I cant seem to figure out why its so hard this year... but it is. Maybe its because i'm at the age that I remember him looking forward to. Playing college ball, looking forward to his mission, seeing his family grow and playing with his nieces and nephews. I wonder why i feel so lost and alone. I know he's there and is watching over us...still helping me find myself. He would've been 20 this year.

I'm realizing that i need to do something with my life. I cant just sit here. He wouldnt have. I should be out in the world, trying to make a name for myself and helping others, rather than just sitting here complaining to my best friends, knowingly not helping them at all. I wish Scott was still here. Pushing me to be tougher, more loving and more of the person i should be. I havent been to his grave since the funeral, and i think i will go this week. I miss him alot lately, maybe that'll help. I wish that i could be more like he was. So selfless and willing to help anyone. (even if he was cocky, but what Fackrell boy isnt?? ) I think i really need to re-evaluate what i'm doing with my life. I need to make it worth something. I want to leave a good impression on people that is impossible to forget. I want to be the person that people call on for help, when they need to talk, and for love- knowing that i'll always be there for them. I need to be more giving and less selfish. More faithful and less doubtful. More loving and less greedy. More Patient and not expect perfection out of people, especially since i could be the farthest thing from it. I'm not sure where i was going with all of this, but i really just needed to vent i guess. Looking at what i have to look forward to, and what Scott missed out on, i just need to get myself motivated and realize what i should be doing with my life. Being patient, knowing that there is a plan for me and I just need to have a little bit of faith. I'm so grateful for my family and friends and my relationship with Heavenly Father, and how much they all help me to find myself. Thanks for everything.

R.I.P Scotty Boy 6/9/84-9/10/01