Scott Smith "Scotty" (1989

Scott Allan Smith

“Scotty”

was born in Louisiana on August 23, 1989
and his life was taken on
the morning of February 22, 2005 at the age of 15.

We would feel honored if you would take a moment to Light a Candle or pay a Tribute in Memory of Scotty.

In Loving Memory of our young, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy, who always had a big smile on his face and love in his heart. Scotty never knew a stranger. He was comfortable with all types of people (& creatures) and brought joy, laughter and caring to all that he touched. He was who he was - and to us it was " good".

An intelligent young, and sharp with his wit, he frequently pondered and grasped humor and the amusing aspects of life. Scott had the glorious gift of living in the Now.
Scotty was always the life of the party. He lit up a room and brought smiles to the faces in it, just by walking in. He lived to enjoy life to the fullest - rarely missing an opportunity to have fun and share that with others. People gravitated toward him. He loved music and was somewhat versatile on his choices of music, he could listen to rock, Christian, classical, it didn’t matter he loved it all.. He enjoyed competition, loved the outdoors & animals, loved playing games and was an awesome player - in band he played a trumpet and had such a nice natural tone, He was often mischievous, but not malicious, - frequently taking life's pleasurable offerings to the limit. Scotty was never at a loss for words, - he felt at home talking and sharing with young and old alike. He was a little guy but big in heart, and comfortable to be around. And oh, how he loved conversation! and to pick on people and joke around.

The Almighty has blessed our family beyond words for 15 wonderful years that we had the privilege to call this most beautiful soul our son and brother. We feel so proud and so grateful to have been blessed by his love, joy, humor, kindness and extraordinary compassion. He was so loving and expressive of that love with his mom & dad, his big brothers, Steven, and Philip, his little sisters, Dana and Lauren, his Grandparents, his aunts, uncles, cousins and his many, many friends. The Sadness of watching His little dog, Nikki that frequently looks for him and sleeps at the door to his room doesn’t know that he won’t return here to pet her on the head and teach her more tricks and play with her. I myself will never forget the times he traveled with me and worked as a photographers assistant to me but more so not as only a son but as a best friend to me. I am reminded when I step out doors and see the Camaro I picked up for him and the hours we spent on restoring it. I remember how proud he was of it and how excited he would get to drive it, and how hard he was studying for his drivers license. I remember Scotty not being real demanding for things of this earth and being thankful for the things he had. This is the Scotty I remember and the Scotty I will always miss.

Scotty was tragically taken from us after being hit by 2 eighteen wheelers driving there rigs at a high rate of speed in a dense fog on the highway on the way to School. His brother Philip was driving and as they pulled off the dirt road onto a 2 lane highway making a left turn, they were hit once on the passengers side pulling them down the highway and simultaneously another 18 wheeler truck hit them broad side on the drivers side making the gas tank explode cause the truck and the semi go into flames. Scott died immediately. The truckers weren’t injured but their trucks were totaled. When I arrived at the scene about 30 minutes after it happened Philip (his brother) was on his way to the hospital and Scott lay lifeless on the ground under a sheet, his mother was sitting next to him asking others to please help and bring him back, I remember seeing his converse sneakers, chucks, sticking out at the end of the sheet and I remember walking up and kneeling down next to him and lowering the sheet some, seeing his eyes half opened and a large gash on the right side of his head. This mental image never goes away. The pain of this loss is still here and never really lessons. I cannot explain or even begin to understand why Scotty’s life was taken from us and why we have been left with this burden of sadness and hurt. It isn’t right to bury and outlive your child, especially one so full of life like Scotty.

I would like to express our most heartfelt thanks, to our community, Friends, relatives that have been here for us during this time. I never knew or even had a concept or thought of losing a child, and being without Scotty is so very hard. It has been over a year since our horrific loss, the pain of our loss never goes away, we face it daily as I am sure we always will. We will never stop missing or loving Scotty. I would like to say Thank You so much for your support in finances, prayers, your friendship, the nice flowers for his funeral service, for expressing yourself in poems, tributes, and by lighting candles, again thank you from the bottom of our hearts. I pray daily that if you are a parent that you should not go through or endure this heartache of losing a child and for those of you that are not yet parents, that you enjoy your family and parents and cherish the time you have with them as much as we did with Scotty.

Larry, Janet , Steven, Philip, Dana, & Lauren