If you know Scott like I did, you were fortunate. Scotts dream forever  was to move back to his home in Steeleville after spending 20 or so great years in Gilbert and settle down and finish his career.  We bought our house from his wife Lesa, we lived 3 blocks from one another.  Looking back I cherish those times we spent together. When family  gatherings came around I was always and I mean always invited to every holiday gathering Christmas, Thanksgiving and so on. It felt as though we were brothers and I miss your  He was always ready to open his home his heart and his arms to help a fellow friend. There is too much to say about the generosity and friendship this man offered me. We have laughed   , we have cryed. we had good days and bad days together, and he always knew the righ answer. We spoke during a drive one day. During this day he was extremely sick. He had been on a trip coming in from Chicago and i picked him up in St, Louis at the airport. We had a   great time together we laughed, we  cryed we held  hands  for 70 miles. We talked about our weddings as i was his and he was my best man. Well 1 out of 2 made him the lucky one. (HIS WORKED)  He was doing the right thing for his love his wife, He was a MAN. He wasnt thinking of himself His favorite thing when we were together was to reminis about the old days we called them.  When we were young we had a group that was close and we would always make fun and laugh about the dumb things you do when your 17. Scotty B. Bucky BUckhorn Scott Alan Bockhorn I miss you buddy. My heart still hurts when I think of you my bud. God works in so many mysterious ways so When me meet again have your clubs over your shoulder because Im coming to get ya. I miss ya buddy. I think of you every day.