To know me, is to know my brother Scott. Scott died in 2011 at the age of 48. He had Crohn’s Disease and was suffering from depression, in my view. Scott was an amazing person. He was 8 years older than me, a lifetime in the eyes of a young boy, and my mentor. He cared for me and always, always had time for me. Although he moved to Utah when I was still in high school in North Dakota, he often paid for me to fly out to visit him on school breaks. He was always paying for stuff for me. He was generous to a fault. I really miss him, especially today, on the eve of what would have been his 54th birthday, September 10, 2016. He was a dreamer. He envisioned himself working on the Space Program with NASA as a young boy. Eventually, he became a Mechanical Engineer and worked with Thiokol Corp. on the Space Shuttle Booster Rocket Program. He was a rocket scientist. He had a heart of gold. He would stop and help strangers on the road having car trouble. He was protected by many guardian angels. He is deeply missed by those who loved him. He will forever be in my heart.
My brother Scott shaped who I am and is dearly missed