Scott Eriksen

A poem of comfort for those who are mourning/missing Scott: "As I sit in Heaven and watch you every day - I try to let you know with signs I never went away. I hear you when you're laughing - and watch you as you sleep. I even place my arms around you - to calm you as you weep. I see you wish the days away - begging to have me home. So I try to send you signs - to let you know you're not alone. Don't feel guilty that you have life that was denied to me. Heaven is truly beautiful - just you wait and see. So live your life, laugh again - enjoy yourself; be free. Then I know with every breath you take - you'll be taking one for me." - Author Unknown

"Those of us who have traveled a while along this path called grief, need to stop and remember that mile - the first mile of no relief. It wasn't the person with answers who told us the way to deal; it wasn't the one who talked and talked that helped us start to heal. Think of the friend who quietly sat and held our hand in theirs; the ones who let us talk and talk and hugged away our tears. We need to always remember that more than the words we speak - it's the gift of someone who listens that most of us desperately seek." -- Author Unknown

Scott provided a suit for our father when he died so we didn’t have to worry about buying one when we were dealing with his loss. He took a burden off our shoulders, and gave our father back his dignity. He always made me laugh with his twisted sense of humor. I’m going to miss you cousin. Rest well.

A Catholic mass of special intention will be held in Scott's memory on Thursday morning, April 16, 2026 at 10:45 a.m. in the Chapel of the Sisters of Charity on Convent Road in Convent Station (Morristown) NJ.

Although you've heard me say it numerous times throughout the years, Scott, it still bears repeating. You brought so much love into our lives and filled our hearts with so much joy - it is indescribable. If the family was at breakfast and you were not up or awake yet - we would actually miss you. We would even contemplate waking you up. And then when you did come out of your room (I can still hear you in your feet pajamas), you would get your eyeglasses from the shelf in the living room and walk into the kitchen with the biggest smile on your face. Your love of each new day was so infectious. You were the happiest little boy, Scott. Every day was a new adventure with you. Thank you for being my kid brother - who likes to kid. XO Kaki