THE GHOSTS THAT HAUNT ME - Uncle Scott


In a previous chapter I introduced my uncle Scott, who I believe was there to help escort my father to the other side when he passed.

Uncle Scott was a simple man, enjoyed the simple pleasures of life, music, women, drinking and good times. He had a troubled youth and into adult hood. It seemed his whole life was a battle, but he was always one to smile, crack jokes and always laughing.  One of his hardest battles was drug addiction in later years that almost took his life several times.  He always overcame his problems and faced them head on, and while I know he struggled inside with inner demons, rarely did he make that side of himself shown.

Scott worked hard, loved family, and would do anything for friends and family. At the end of his life it seemed he had finally got things right.  He had a home he owned, a good job, a truck and a motorcycle he loved, and while he had no children of his own, was a loving father figure to his girlfriends little girl and thought the world of her.  While his problems in life may have been big, his heart was bigger.

In the early 80s Scott lost his brother by his own hand, during an intoxicated argument and unintentionally shot and killed his brother in our own home while we were on vacation. This was a harrowing experience for everyone, having lost Uncle Giary and now Scott in prison for the next 5 years.  To me it was very surreal, like a bad dream.  It seemed to be around that time that paranormal activity started in the home.

Scott was heartbroken over the loss and I don't believe he ever truly healed from the pain.  He did not talk about it ever, but I know the addiction, the drinking, was only to hide and fill a void. To Scott it was as if he had lost his favorite marble in his collection.


Uncle Scott passed away on evening of September 2nd, 2011, on my daughter's 13th birthday.

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