Scott, My Rock

Granny here,

Years ago and so far away or at least in time I met a young man that changed my life forever. He was so cute, a James Dean sort of guy, shy, obscure and gentle. That was the one word that described him best, gentle. He was also kind and considerate and very thoughtful of other people always thinking of others. His name was Scott Smith, to all his friends which were many he was just Scotty.

We were married 48 years and 12 days, he died just 12 days after our anniversary on this date Sept. 2, 2007. He is so absolutely, positively in every way missed each and every day of my life. There is not a day that he is not in my thoughts and memories, there is just so much to remember about him how could I ever forget him.

I was 13 years old when I met him and from that day on he was the Rock that I stood on, the Rope that i held too, the Link in the chain that held everything together. He was as stable as they come, not afraid of much although he did have a fear of facing situations that required reading, writing and arithmetic, seeing how education was not his forte.

He was handicapped when it came to education but that didn't stop Scotty, he faced anything in life that came before him, working a job in a factory to support his family although it placed him in situations sometimes that he thought he wouldn't get through but somehow he did. He faced every challenge he had to and managed to accomplish more than college educated people that we knew. A failure, never, he was as successful as any other achiever in his community.

Scotty never thought much of himself, he always felt inferior to everyone because of his handicap but he was never inferior, compared to some he was Superior. He loved everyone around him, his family most. His children were the air that kept him breathing, I was the keeper of his home and he respected me for that. Together our goal was to make a loving home for our family and I hope we accomplished that, to love one another and we certainly did that and to love our children with a love that would embrace them all the days of their lives.

Scott left us without warning, God gave him a gift that we may never know and that was a painless exit from this life into the next. He left us in good standing with much to remember him by, his love, his warmth, his tenderness, his caring, his sharing, his consideration, his gentleness. I could go on  and on about this gentle giant that made my life much easier by (along with my Savior Jesus Christ) being my Rock, my Fortress, my Strong and Mighty Tower, he was my Scotty and oh, how I miss you.

Granny here, just saying!