My brother, Scott, died on the afternoon of Saturday, June 27th at his home in Clinton.
As of today, August 7th, we have no cause for his death.
Scott had been out in his yard in the late afternoon and came in to take a shower. He was due at his Mom and Dad’s in South Ogden for Supper. For unknown reasons he collapsed. When the paramedics arrived at his home he was already gone.
Scott was a great brother and a great friend. He always, always had a funny come back to any story that was told, especially if it concerned politics. He had a very dry sense of humor and you had to know him to realize he was poking fun. Scott especially had stories about politics, he didn’t like politicians much.
Scott was married to Susan Steed for ten years. They were a very loving couple who loved each other deeply and were always together.
A poem from his father was also sent to me;
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell..
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him.'
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Scott was a great person, unfortunenately, we had grown apart and I had not seen him in many years, but I did read his many political satires that he wrote to several different papers along the Wasatch Front. I always laughed. He had a sharp wit. He was not your average "parking lot" kid. He was very smart and that knowledge, I piggybacked many times in the hallowed halls of Bonneville. I think of the many nicknames he came up with for the Teaching staff, and everytime I hear or eat tapioca pudding. I laugh. I smiled when "Frau" Dr. Rhees became Admiral at BHS. He opened my eyes to the world of Metallica in 1987 years before the "Black" album. Scott, a piece of you will be with all of the Bonneville Heckling Society.
Eric Forsgren
This is from Scott's brother, Brian.My brother, Scott, died on the afternoon of Saturday, June 27th at his home in Clinton.
As of today, August 7th, we have no cause for his death.
Scott had been out in his yard in the late afternoon and came in to take a shower. He was due at his Mom and Dad’s in South Ogden for Supper. For unknown reasons he collapsed. When the paramedics arrived at his home he was already gone.
Scott was a great brother and a great friend. He always, always had a funny come back to any story that was told, especially if it concerned politics. He had a very dry sense of humor and you had to know him to realize he was poking fun. Scott especially had stories about politics, he didn’t like politicians much.
Scott was married to Susan Steed for ten years. They were a very loving couple who loved each other deeply and were always together.
A poem from his father was also sent to me;
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell..
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him.'
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Scott was a great person, unfortunenately, we had grown apart and I had not seen him in many years, but I did read his many political satires that he wrote to several different papers along the Wasatch Front. I always laughed. He had a sharp wit. He was not your average "parking lot" kid. He was very smart and that knowledge, I piggybacked many times in the hallowed halls of Bonneville. I think of the many nicknames he came up with for the Teaching staff, and everytime I hear or eat tapioca pudding. I laugh. I smiled when "Frau" Dr. Rhees became Admiral at BHS. He opened my eyes to the world of Metallica in 1987 years before the "Black" album. Scott, a piece of you will be with all of the Bonneville Heckling Society.
Eric Forsgren