Scotty, our first born, was a gentle giant who gave bear hugs and said he would never do enough to earn the “suck up to mom” merit badge. He took being a big brother very seriously. He was an Eagle Scout who still lived by the scout laws and tried to go a good deed each day. Scotty had found love and they were making long term plans. He kissed he girl good-night & promised to text when he got home. His truck broke down & he was in front of it when a drugged driver ran into the back of it. He was killed instantly. He was 25. He loved Christmas & his birthday is December 29th.
— Donna Garner