Scott was one of the brightest , knowledgable and talented  individuals that I have ever known. He was resourceful and could be laser focused on any any goal he set out to accomplish.  

His loss leaves a void that can never be filled. He truly was my best friend. We shared many experiences both good and bad. Our friendship began at Alfred and spanned over forty years. No matter the length of time we did not speak or be able to see each other - we could always pick up where we had left off.  

The photos of Scott shown here bring all the memories of him rushing back and show the passing of time in both our lives. Often I will click on this site just to hello to my friend and have moment with him. Tears well up and  i know he is still with me.  

We came from vastly different backgrounds and but found a kinship in the joy and pain  of our lives.  Through the time we spent and conversations we had there was a bond forged that could never be broken. Through thick and thin he was always there.

His death was a shock and was incomprehensible. In the last few years we spoke very often. We covered the past, the present and truly got to know everything about each other. There were very few stones left unturned.  We laughed , we cried and were each other's rock. 

Scott is a man that I truly respected, admired and loved. He will be forever missed.

Today would have been Scott's 65th birthday.  

One of his favorite memories of me was when I was a toddler living in Cleveland, and he took me onto the frozen ice of Lake Erie, in my little white fuzzy coat and white snow boots.  He said he took my cold little hands and put them under his coat, next to his stomach, to keep them warm.  

I think he liked that memory because it showed the true essence of who he was--someone whose greatest gift in life was in taking care of others.  He was a caring therapist to the many students who came through his door for thirty years, a generous husband, father, and friend, and thoughtful son and brother.

I will--and do-- miss him terribly--his funny stories, his sense of humor and good nature, his wonderful cooking, and especially his generosity.  Not only with material things, but his generosity of spirit--in the way he spoke to my children and always took what they said seriously, always gave them the same consideration he gave to adults.

We laid Scott to rest on August 22nd, near his beautiful home on the Shallotte River.  My brother David and his wife, Paige, my husband, Tom, and I took Scott's boat up the river so that we were in sight of his house, and spent some time toasting Scott with glasses of champagne and reminiscing.  Then Dave and I spread his ashes in the river, where he always had the view of the shrimp boats going out to sea.  

When Scott would go on a trip, he would email us to let us know that he had returned safely, and this is what he would say.  "The Kiwi has landed."