Scott Koski passed away on Thanksgiving Day, surrounded by family and lots of food, just as he would have liked it. This was his last gift to us to remind us to be grateful for all the love and people in our lives. In the months leading up to his death, he was showered with love from around the world. People came from near and far to spend a little more time with him and feel that special connection he was able to make with everyone he knew.
He is survived by his wife, Betina, his sons, Chris and Kyle, his mother, Kae, and his sisters Anne, Kristin, and Lynne. He was predeceased by his father, Ted.
Scott lived a truly amazing life. Born in Iowa in 1964, he lived in New Jersey and Mountain Brook, Alabama, where he played football, basketball, and baseball before he graduated in 1983. He then went on to play football for Princeton.
At Princeton he was fondly known as ‘Ski. Those who knew him then will remember his cowboy boots, cowboy hat, big jean jacket and even bigger smile. He married his college sweetheart, Betina, and the two began their life together.
Although he was born in Iowa, his heart was Brazilian. When asked to describe his time in Brazil, he often likened it to Forest Gump. He helped elect a president, aided residents of favelas, and became deeply involved in social change engine Ashoka. He also learned to dance a mean samba and greet those he loved with a big bear hug,
Scott was kind, brave, generous, funny, loving, adventurous, perceptive, strong willed and driven by serving others. He brought all these qualities to everything he did, especially raising Chris and Kyle. They were the joys of his life. He also found time to be of service to so many groups - Intercambio, The People's Clinic, Boulder Housing Partners and most importantly, the Rocky Mountain Rescue Group, where he found his second family.
Never one to back down from a challenge, at the ripe old age of 42 be decided to go to medical school where he found his calling as a child psychiatrist. Those of us who have been the recipients of his wise counsel and open-hearted listening for years were not surprised. We will miss him dearly but he will forever live on in our hearts.
He could still beat his son Kyle at basketball at 54.
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In lieu of cut flowers, which fade...
please consider giving to the Rocky Mountain Rescue Group and let them know it is in Scott's honor. Scott lent time and strength to the rescue for over 15 years. The group provides essential rescue services to over 150 calls a year and no one is ever charged for their services. And the deep friends he made through the rescue group were with him night and day through his illness helping him and his family through it all.
We are also creating Scott’s Garden in the spring, a space in nature where people can remember the love, generosity, and good advice of our dear Scott. He asked that instead of a formal memorial, we celebrate his life as he celebrated so many things through the years - with a BBQ in his backyard with friends, family, laughs and lots of hugs.
If you would like to join us to plant the garden in the spring and/or you have ideas for the space, or you would like to join our memorial BBQ please sign up here and we will reach out to you with more details in the spring. If you would like to donate to the supply fund for the garden, you can give here.
Tributes
Leave a tributeScott, basically. He had gotten earnestness in a way that I still can't, or won't, and man it rolled off him in waves. Not that he wasn't funny, or deep or smart, because he was, but it's like he walked up to being snarky and worldly and I-know-better and just sort of shrugged and walked off again because it wasn't interesting to him. I continue to be deeply envious of it-- how he just navigated all the things that left me fuming and exasperated and pissed off with stupid systems and stupid people in them and could still just sort of smile his awesome smile and drive all the way back to Boulder and his awesome family and damn I miss knowing he's around.
I'll be seeing you, buddy.
You have touched the lives of many. Because of you - many lives are better in so many ways.
May the void of your absence be filled with the legacy and memory of your presence.
With Respect & Gratitude ,
Jodi J. De Luca, PhD
I had the good fortune to supervise him during his residency and child fellowship. Scott was a very remarkable, and memorable trainee. I think what I remember most about him was his broad smile and good humor. I don't think I can recall an occasion when he was in a bad mood, or didn't have something positive to say. He never complained about having to take on an extra work load, and went out of his way to support others - including his attendings! At times it wasn't quite clear who was teaching who.
We had lots of time to chat and get to know each other. He talked often of his experience in Brazil, Betina, and both his boys. I learned a lot about climbing!
His sunny disposition and genuine interest in people was much appreciated by his patients. In fact, if there was a particularly difficult patient, it often seemed best to send Scott in first - knowing that it wouldn't be long before the irritable young person felt understood and was willing to engage with the rest of us.
It was a pleasure being his supervisor, but I especially enjoyed and respected Scott as a human being. I'm sad his career was cut short - he would have been greatly valued as a psychiatrist in the community.
Betina and Scott's sons are in my thoughts. I look forward to participating in the garden project in the spring.
Susan Lurie MD
Dr. Koski made a remarkable impact in his time with University of Colorado Psychiatry and Child and Adolescent Psychiatry training programs. An award in Dr Koski's honor was created to be given annually to a child and adolescent psychiatrist in training who best exemplifies the qualities of passion for clinical work, playfulness, authenticity, hope and compassion for both patients and colleagues, qualities that challenge us to be better physicians and humans.
Sincerely, Kim Kelsay, M.D.
Training Director, Child and Adolescent Psychiatry, University of Colorado
One of our other fellowship classmates, Libby Erickson, spear-headed the effort to develop an award in Scott's name that will be given annually to the fellow who best exemplifies the amazing qualities that Scott embodied during his career as a physician. I will copy the description of the award here:
"The Scott Koski Fellows award
This award is established to acknowledge the joy, creativity, skill and passion Dr. Koski brought to his work as a child and adolescent fellow while also building and maintaining community. Throughout the rigors of medical training and practice, Dr. Koski has shared a genuine sense of hope for every patient he treats. His authenticity, playfulness, kindness and acceptance creates a safe place where patients can heal. When needed, Dr. Koski expands the clinical space from the office to the basketball hoop or front lawn to join his patient in staring at clouds or throwing the football. Dr. Koski's ability to be present in all interactions with patients, staff, colleagues and friends enriches the lives of all who cross his path. This is captured by his favorite quote by Tolstoy, “Everything I know, I know only because of love,” Dr. Koski embodies the highest ideals that draw us to the profession, namely humanity and compassion for those who are suffering and for each other.
This award is to be given to a fellow who embodies the qualities of passion for clinical work, playfulness, authenticity, hope and compassion for patients and colleagues, qualities that challenge us to be better physicians and humans. "
I will always miss Scott's friendship and his perspective on life and on the work that we do, and the world will miss his contributions to psychiatry and lives of the patients he impacted.
I do mean extraordinary. To me, there are three things that, together, made Scott stand apart from the vast majority of people I've known. The first was his tenderness and kindness -- the graceful and sincere way he took an interest in you and made you feel loved and taken care of. The second was his hunger for growth and self-improvement, especially in service of others. Choosing at midlife to take the long arduous path toward becoming a psychiatrist, and actually succeeding? One in a million people would do that.
Over time I came to appreciate a third extraordinary trait about Scott, which I suppose the first two helped lead him to: his wisdom. This was nowhere so clear as in the conversations we had about his illness and the near certainty of his early death. Of course there was fear and there was sadness, but what I kept hearing about from Scott was his gratitude. He was so grateful for his beloved family and friends, and for all the other blessings of his life. He sought to persuade me that, though his life should have been much longer, he had experienced more love and goodness in half a life than most people do in a complete life. He was surely right about that.
Extraordinarily wise, extraordinarily committed to growth and service, extraordinarily kind. Scott left us way too soon; but he left a shining example of what a good life can be. I am deeply grateful for having known him, and for the inspiration he still provides.
I always regretted not knowing him better. I'm saddened by the knowledge that I won't have that opportunity. My life is the poorer for it.
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away"
I am confident that Scott lived life well. God Bless the Koski family.
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Grip, Hit and Pin
Once upon a deep winter night, Scott and a handful of men friends played poker at Conrad and Loran’s cabin in Granby. The air was arctic chill outside over moon-spattered snow but the wood burner was roaring as the stereo cycled through the complete collection of KBCO Studio C discs.The preferred libations that evening were brown & tan, bourbon whisky and aged tequila’s - neat, with some high ABV craft beers to ease into things if one were so inclined.
In my recollection the events precedent included a late afternoon walk through the scrub down to Willow Creek and the beaver pond skating rink thereon to bask in the thin red light of the setting sun, followed by a meal of something excellent prepared by Conrad. Thereafter commenced the first of numerous rounds of $20/round Texas Hold’em - no funny business poker and everyone can play together until your chips run out and then the next one starts.
As the evening wore into night and early morning and new and better variants of brown liquor were tested, there was a gradual change in table banter from benign pleasantries after supper, to muttered speculations whether a given player had the cards to back their bet, to quasi-jovial proclamations that if the speculator wished to know they should find courage and just see the bet dammit.
Except for Scott, Conrad and I, all the other players were on the same soccer team in Boulder. The further into the wee hours the more the energy of discourse between Ben, Mike, Dale, Paul and Ray. After midnight, when the poker banter was an increasingly less satisfying medium for asserting some sort of dominance, talk turned to half-humble assertions of physical prowess, at first of a soccer nature and then more general.
At this time I had not known Scott for very long but I knew him to be a kind, smart person with a reserved demeanor not want to force himself upon group dynamics through brazen declarations or loud speech but at the same time not a shy person. By half way from the turn of the day to dawn we soccer-less players had become amused passive spectators to the soccer team animus, occasionally encouraging its progression with chuckled acknowledgements. In between the turn of games, and focused on his soccer colleagues, it came to pass that Ben allowed he could take most anyone in arm wrestling. To my surprise, still, and with a twinkle in his eye, Scott suggested he thought he thought he would try that test. Now Ben had wrestled at Boulder High and has always appeared wiry strong in a wrestler sort of way. Scott was taller, and, that night at least, less boastful.
In this pause between games, there may have been a round of shots, I can’t remember, and there may have been some side bets on the outcome, too. I picture a somewhat awkward “we’re doing this?” but resolved “we’re doing this” meeting at opposite sides of the dining table amidst our ring of spectators. Mike may have been the referee, supervising the fairness of grip and placement. Then with a quick hit and a pin, Scott was the victor and grinning “Hale fellow, well met” to Ben while sounds of raucous merriment enveloped us.
I gained an appreciation for this new aspect of Scott’s persona that night. We are poorer for its absence now.
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Reflections on Ski - College Days & Beyond
I am eternally grateful for the connection I had with Ski in particular. Ski was nothing if not authentic. He was always, unapologetically who he was. He was unlike anyone else I’d ever met when I was 18 and that is still true today. In college, he was an outsized human being from Alabama who roamed campus wearing a one-of-a-kind leather hat, sharing his big goofy laugh and practicing a self-designed regime of inconsistent hygiene. He was also prone to giving advice and insight about pretty much everything. We would have deep, hours long discussions in our dorm, over a meal of 100 chicken wings, or walking campus. In those early days, I mostly thought his advice was a bunch of bullshit (he was only 19 or 20 and didn’t really know what he was talking about). I am sure my insights were equally naive. Luckily over time his insights got better, and I learned to listen more. He became an eternally loyal and caring friend who offered thoughtful, enabling and supportive advice. He was also really, really good at just listening. He was a true shaman, a Zen master, an overgrown Yoda.
I think my most lasting memory of Ski will be the hours we spent several years ago in New York. He was in town for a conference and we agreed to meet for a drink, which we did. We both had some deep things to share and to work through. After we’d finished our drink, neither of us wanted to end our discussion. We ended up simply wandering the streets of New York on a cold January evening. We talked about our families, our hopes and our fears about the future. Our frustrations about the way some things had unfolded. We reminded each other that, despite the challenges of life, we were both fundamentally blessed with a lot of things to be grateful for. Neither of us judged or influenced. It was authentic and rooted in that chemical bond we had built so long ago.
After several hours, our wandering was interrupted by a call I got from my Doctor. He was calling to tell me about some test results and his message was simple - “You need to go to the emergency room right now”. Ski and I quickly parted, and I made my way to the emergency room. A few minutes after being admitted, I looked up to see Ski walking in. He ended up spending most of the night with me in a little space off the main emergency room. He quickly went into Doctor mode and made sure I was squared away and that the nurses and other attendants were on their ‘A game’. We picked up on our discussion about the issues we were both dealing with and kept talking for a while. But after a bit, we both settled into a comfortable silence, simply content in knowing we had each other to lean on.
While I miss Ski deeply, the connection we built and the comfort it brings still endures.
Love you Ski, Ned