Scott A. Smith

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  • Age: 15
  • Centerville, TX
  • Leon High School

In Loving Memory of our young, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy, who always had a big smile on his face and love in his heart. Scotty never knew a stranger. He was comfortable with all types of people (& creatures) and brought joy, laughter and caring to all that he touched. He was who he was – and to us it was ” good”.

An intelligent young, and sharp with his wit, he frequently pondered and grasped humor and the amusing aspects of life. Scott had the glorious gift of living in the Now. As I Remember Scotty, it is hard to ever see him stay mad for more than a few moments and then he was back to his happy go lucky self.
Scotty was always the life of the party. He lit up a room and brought smiles to the faces in it, just by walking in. He lived to enjoy life to the fullest – rarely missing an opportunity to have fun and share that with others. People gravitated toward him. He loved music and was somewhat versatile on his choices of music, he could listen to rock, Christian, classical, it didn’t matter he loved it all.. He enjoyed competition, loved the outdoors & animals, loved playing games and was an awesome player – in band he played a trumpet and had such a nice natural tone, He was often mischievous, but not malicious, – frequently taking life’s pleasurable offerings to the limit. Scotty was never at a loss for words, – he felt at home talking and sharing with young and old alike. He was a little guy but big in heart, and comfortable to be around. And oh, how he loved conversation! and to pick on people and joke around.

The Almighty has blessed our family beyond words for 15 wonderful years that we had the privilege to call this most beautiful soul our son and brother. We feel so proud and so grateful to have been blessed by his love, joy, humor, kindness and extraordinary compassion. He was so loving and expressive of that love with his mom & dad, his big brothers, Steven, and Philip, his little sisters, Dana and Lauren, his Grandparents, his aunts, uncles, cousins and his many, many friends. The Sadness of watching His little dog, Nikki that frequently looks for him and sleeps at the door to his room doesn’t know that he won’t return here to pet her on the head and teach her more tricks and play with her. I myself will never forget the times he traveled with me and worked as a photographers assistant to me but more so not as only a son but as a best friend to me. I am reminded when I step out doors and see the Camaro I picked up for him and the hours we spent on restoring it. I remember how proud he was of it and how excited he would get to drive it, and how hard he was studying for his drivers license. I remember Scotty not being real demanding for things of this earth and being thankful for the things he had. This is the Scotty I remember and the Scotty I will always miss.

Scotty was tragically taken from us after being hit by 2 eighteen wheelers driving there rigs at a high rate of speed in a dense fog on the highway on the way to School. His brother Philip was driving and as they pulled off the dirt road onto a 2 lane highway making a left turn, they were hit once on the passengers side pulling them down the highway and simultaneously another 18 wheeler truck hit them broad side on the drivers side making the gas tank explode cause the truck and the semi go into flames. Scott died immediately. Philip was burned extensively on over 70% of his body and spent almost 6 months recovering in the hospital. The truckers weren’t injured but their trucks were totaled. When I arrived at the scene about 30 minutes after it happened Philip was on his way to the hospital and my little buddy Scott lay lifeless on the ground under a sheet, his mother was sitting next to him asking others to please help and bring him back, I remember seeing his converse sneakers, chucks, sticking out at the end of the sheet and I remember walking up and kneeling down next to him and lowering the sheet some, seeing his eyes half opened and a large gash on the right side of his head. This mental image never goes away. The pain of this loss is still here and never really lessons. I cannot explain or even begin to understand why Scotty’s life was taken from us and why we have been left with this burden of sadness and hurt. It isn’t right to bury and outlive your child, especially one so full of life like Scotty. I don’t know why these drivers were not charged for wreck less driving and vehicular manslaughter but we are confident that ultimately the outcome is in the hands of God.

We realize that no amount of anger and hatred can bring Scotty back, so we entrust him to God, confident that he has accomplished his Divine mission on this earth.

Through his life and his death we feel that our world is a much better place, and more good will come because of him, a giver of gifts.
We know that the physical death of his body can never break the bonds of love that we share, that surely he is alive and well in Spirit, and that in eternity we will be together again.
These words are how I feel and how I remember my Scotty, I trust that as you knew him that you had that chance to see if not all but at least some of these traits he carried.

Jennifer D. Buffington

July 29, 2011

Alana Rock

June 8, 2011

Karlene Perez

May 23, 2011

Laura Leland

May 21, 2011

Therese Jeannine Ebert

May 5, 2011

Larry Guynes

April 15, 2011
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Jennifer D. Buffington

July 29, 2011

Alana Rock

June 8, 2011

Karlene Perez

May 23, 2011

Laura Leland

May 21, 2011

Therese Jeannine Ebert

May 5, 2011

Larry Guynes

April 15, 2011