Yesterday, July 21st, 2018, my wife lost her youngest brother to a long battle with Cancer. Scott Evans was preceded in his loss to us, by his brother, Rick and his Mother, Gene and his Father, Richard.
I never believed we all have an appointed time to die. I know that death is inevitable, but each time I have experienced the death of a friend or family member; it always seems as if they died too soon.
The last time we saw Scott was in 2012. We all made a trip to Chicago for my wife’s sister’s wedding. He got to hang out with his nieces and nephews and grand-nephew. I think he really enjoyed himself. It was a happier time for him.
In the days, weeks, and years that follow; when I remember him–I will remember the time he took me to the cold, rocky coast in Oregon, and took a photo of my wife and I kissing on the shores of the Pacific Ocean. And, I will remember our time in Chicago and his love for his family.
“Many do not realize that we here must die. For those who realize this, quarrels end.” – Buddha
“No one ever really dies as long as they took the time to leave us with fond memories.”