Scott Eriksen

Still impressed of your skillful maneuvers - Mongoose dirt jumping in the summer of '79 at Brookside Park

Enjoying watermelon in the July heat back in 1969, Dad carved a watermelon head with Scott:

I drove by the house today, Scott. Instead of seeing you playing your drums on the porch, I found you in the "beating" of my heart. I miss you terribly, Quabs. XO Kaki

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