Scott – The Fix It Man The first time Ci brought Scott to meet us, he was a skinny shock of red curls, a sprinkle of freckles and a warm-you-right-up smile. He fixed our door jamb, fixed me up with my first taste of Sir Mix-a-Lot, and I developed a huge crush on my cousin’s boyfriend. Scott had a way with his hands that extended from his heart. He fixed, puttered, sawed, mowed other’s lawns, hammered, roofed, built – he even made a beautiful quilting loom for my Granny from an antique table, endearing him to her for all time and creating an heirloom for our family. Whenever anyone had a broken water heater, a faulty dryer, a house-ache or yard worries of any kind, Scott was ready with a tool and a smile. Not only did he fix it, but he made you feel like there was nothing that would give him greater pleasure than the camaraderie of fixing. He loved with adoration. He loved motorcycle rides in the mountains, Volkswagens, scuba diving, music of all kinds, computer gadgets, sound systems and a good beer. But nothing put a brighter twinkle in those crystalline eyes than his family. He loved Caprise more than I think most humans know how to love another human - 100%, no holding back, with monumental devotion. He worked hard (until his fingers bled orange, at times) to fix a wonderful life for her and himself. A life they can be proud of, with beautiful things, amazing friends, and a radiant home. And the pinnacle of their gifts to each other – Cara and Max, whom he adored, if possible, even a touch more than his wife. I hope I paint a lovely picture of a jovial, bright, handsome, stunning spirit of a man. I think God was pleased when he made Scott - an unassuming man with a sincere and all-encompassing smile. Ready to help fix what he could and accept with love what he could not. We thank God for giving (us) some time with this man who spoke love with his hands. And now we give him reluctantly back to the hands of our Lord. And we leave it to God to fix us now that we are no longer whole. Amber