It's always tough losing someone or having a friend who lost someone. Fredericksburg is such a small town that if you hang out downtown in one way or another you know everyone. This night at one of my favorite local spots was dedicated to a man that I did not know well personally, but I had shared a cigarette or shot with him from time to time. Whenever I saw him he was in good spirits asked me how I was doing and was just genuinely a nice guy. Recently life did what it always does and took this man from us way too early. I always like to think that when I die it is not something that is sad, but more of a celebration. What I saw the night I showed up in the people who loved and new him well was exactly what anyone would hope for after they are gone. Loving and caring friends getting together to talk about the good times and do what made him happy. Love one another and be in each other's company. At the end of the day it's not the jobs or the shitty situations we go through that we leave behind, but it's people. The people that mean the world to us and those that we never got the chance to say that they do. The people that are in our corner no matter what. Those are the ones left to pick up the pieces and continue on with the memory of someone who impacted them. I like to think that this was a great send off and I know the people who were there and loved him know that it is what he would have wanted. Wish I could have shown up earlier to get more people, but I feel like I caught the atmosphere of the night which was one of peaceful reflection instead of sadness.

RIP Scott