Wednesday, January 16, 2019
My Cousin and fellow brother of the Chief's Mess has crossed the bar way too early. As young kids I remember playing at his home in Jingleville, the what seemed to be large rock out back of his home was just a monster we ran, jumped, and tumbled on. The rock outcropping today in adult eyes isn't all that big, must have shrank over the years.
As a fellow Chief Petty Officer myself, I know the sacrifices that Scott made, for his career, for his family, for his country.......and I couldn't be more proud of him. Just a few years ago we met again at the Dafoe family reunion, still the young man I knew in yesteryear, now just in adult attire, with a family, kids, and grandkids. Where does the time go?
For his family, we grieve with you. We'll forever cherish the memories as you will of Scott but rejoice in the knowledge that we were afforded the great opportunity of knowing him, of sharing his life.
Attention on Deck, Hand Salute to my Cousin, Chief, and fellow defender of this Nation. Sound Reveille in Heaven because it's about to get interesting there!!!
