Let us pause a moment to honor the memory of John Scott Uebel.
As the sun sets on the horizon we watch the light fade
away as we hold onto the memories of yesterday.
We accept losing you but will forever hold close our
memories, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
John Scott Uebel was born in Scottsburg, Indiana, lived in Hanover for 18 years and graduated from Southwestern High School before beginning three years of service in the US Navy. He entered Heaven on November 29, 2001 at the age of 35. Scott was a resident of Moreno Valley California where cremation services were held..
Preceeding him in death were his grandparents, Paul and Kathy Uebel, Stanley and Marian Brinson and Frances Anna Brinson. Survivors include his wife Margie L. Uebel of Moreno Valley, parents, John and Donna Uebel of Hanover, Indiana; three brothers and sisters-in-law; Steve and Kathy Uebel of Newberry, Indiana; Mark and Melinda Uebel of Madison, Indiana; and Gary and Julie Uebel of Taylorsville, KY; Two sisters and brothers-in-law; Sandy and Stanley Freeman of Hanover, Indiana; Peggy and Jeff Phillips of Commisky, Indiana, and also sisters Lori Uebel and Rosemary Uebel both of Indianapolis.
His ashes were scattered over the ocean and represent his love and our love for him, forever cherished.
The pictures below were submitted by Jeff and Peggy Phillips. If I get more later I will add them. If you move your curser over the picture you can read the label.
Scott and I grew up together and, probably more than anyone else from our class, he is the one I kept running into during my life after high school. He's responsible for the most memorable road trip of my life. In 1992 he needed to run down to Virginia to get his furniture from the apartment he had just moved out of. He wanted some help moving and asked me to come along. I was working part-time at Clifty Falls and I needed to be back at work by 3:00 p.m. on Thursday. He couldn't leave til Wednesday morning and he swore he would have me back in time for work. Anyway, I went with him and halfway down there his Dad's van developed a fuel line leak. We kept thinking we smelled gas and finally some guy told us at a rest stop that he saw fuel leaking as we were driving. We kept going because we didn't have time to get it fixed. Anyway we made it to Virginia, got his stuff and headed back. By the time we got to West Virginia late that night and got a hotel room, we absolutely reeked of gasoline. We stayed up late that night talking about our lives and everything we had done and still wanted to do. The next day he got me home about an hour before I needed to get back to work--once again, reeking of gasoline.
I always admired Scott's ability to take off into the Great Unknown. It was nothing for him to pick up and leave for someplace he'd never been before with almost no warning or preparation. He had hiked all the way down to the Grand Canyon and all sorts of other things. He was taken away while far too young but he definitely lived an active, vital life and I do miss him.
The death of a friend Is not really the end Memories keep the spirit alive Good times in our past All went by far too fast Remembering teaches time to survive...
I wrote this for Scott but it is also for all the classmates and friends we have lost. JeffRey Phillips
Allen Davidson
Scott and I grew up together and, probably more than anyone else from our class, he is the one I kept running into during my life after high school. He's responsible for the most memorable road trip of my life. In 1992 he needed to run down to Virginia to get his furniture from the apartment he had just moved out of. He wanted some help moving and asked me to come along. I was working part-time at Clifty Falls and I needed to be back at work by 3:00 p.m. on Thursday. He couldn't leave til Wednesday morning and he swore he would have me back in time for work. Anyway, I went with him and halfway down there his Dad's van developed a fuel line leak. We kept thinking we smelled gas and finally some guy told us at a rest stop that he saw fuel leaking as we were driving. We kept going because we didn't have time to get it fixed. Anyway we made it to Virginia, got his stuff and headed back. By the time we got to West Virginia late that night and got a hotel room, we absolutely reeked of gasoline. We stayed up late that night talking about our lives and everything we had done and still wanted to do. The next day he got me home about an hour before I needed to get back to work--once again, reeking of gasoline.I always admired Scott's ability to take off into the Great Unknown. It was nothing for him to pick up and leave for someplace he'd never been before with almost no warning or preparation. He had hiked all the way down to the Grand Canyon and all sorts of other things. He was taken away while far too young but he definitely lived an active, vital life and I do miss him.
Jeffrey Phillips
The death of a friendIs not really the end
Memories keep the spirit alive
Good times in our past
All went by far too fast
Remembering teaches time to survive...
I wrote this for Scott but it is also for all the classmates and friends we have lost.
JeffRey Phillips