The Game By Jeff Fenske In Memory of Scott Bowkowy Scott, In the game of life you were an all-star player,tackling any obstacle in your path like a juggernaut.Yet in the game you played for the team's glory,not your own,as the selfless,noble teammate you were. But at about the end of the first quarter you sustained tremendous physical injury from an enormous behemoth named Cancer. God blew the whistle and called a time out as six of us, your fellow teammates carried you off the field. We ushered you to the bleachers where you now cheer us on, until the final minute when our time on the clock is gone. We will share in your victory banquet, but until that final awesome day life, whether we win or lose is not as important as how we play. WE MISS YOU BUDDY...THE CLASS OF 1989
Scott was one of the best friends I ever had.He had an infectious sense of humour.I'll give you a few examples,shortly after he was diagnosed we went to see BILLY MADISON,Well we just left the theatre when we saw this good looking blonde girl and Scott says out loud "Sooo hot!Want to touch the hiney OOOOOWWWWWW!"I burst out laughing.The girl turned around,gave us a dirty look and left.I guess I ruined his chances of getting her phone number.Another time,this was about a month before he passed away, I was walking down 33rd by Bishop Klein,when this brand new red Corvette pulls up beside me and the driver says "Get in"It was Scott.I said "Sure!"We cruised 8th for a few hours and had supper.He drops me off at home and says "By the way, the car's stolen" "WHAT!" I replied. "Just Kidding!I rented it." He laughed.Over the next month I was very busy at Wal-Mart.On November 5th 1995 after work at about 7 P.M. I stopped at 7-11 and thought maybe I should go see Scott.Then I thought "No,it's just a stupid feeling.I'll go over tomorrow."He passed away at 9:30P.M.that night.Ever since then,I don't ignore my feelings.I tell my wife I love her every day.I cherish every moment,because life is like a clock without hands ,you never know when the alarm is going to ring.Scott left us a legacy of laughter.Scott,you were a big man with a big heart.I am proud,very proud to have had the honour and privelege of being your friend.
Jeffrey Fenske
The Game By Jeff Fenske In Memory of Scott BowkowyScott,
In the game of life you were an all-star player,tackling any obstacle in your path like a juggernaut.Yet in the game you
played for the team's glory,not your own,as the selfless,noble teammate you were.
But at about the end of the first quarter you sustained
tremendous physical injury from an enormous behemoth
named Cancer.
God blew the whistle and called a time out as six of us,
your fellow teammates carried you off the field.
We ushered you to the bleachers where you now cheer us on,
until the final minute when our time on the clock is gone.
We will share in your victory banquet, but until that final awesome day life, whether we win or lose is not as important as how we play.
WE MISS YOU BUDDY...THE CLASS OF 1989
Amanda Dmytrowich
Well done Jeff...Scotty would be smiling!Cindy Sikorski (Schwarz)
That was really well written and thoughtful Jeff.Jeffrey Fenske
Scott was one of the best friends I ever had.He had an infectious sense of humour.I'll give you a few examples,shortly after he was diagnosed we went to see BILLY MADISON,Well we just left the theatre when we saw this good looking blonde girl and Scott says out loud "Sooo hot!Want to touch the hiney OOOOOWWWWWW!"I burst out laughing.The girl turned around,gave us a dirty look and left.I guess I ruined his chances of getting her phone number.Another time,this was about a month before he passed away, I was walking down 33rd by Bishop Klein,when this brand new red Corvette pulls up beside me and the driver says "Get in"It was Scott.I said "Sure!"We cruised 8th for a few hours and had supper.He drops me off at home and says "By the way, the car's stolen" "WHAT!" I replied. "Just Kidding!I rented it." He laughed.Over the next month I was very busy at Wal-Mart.On November 5th 1995 after work at about 7 P.M. I stopped at 7-11 and thought maybe I should go see Scott.Then I thought "No,it's just a stupid feeling.I'll go over tomorrow."He passed away at 9:30P.M.that night.Ever since then,I don't ignore my feelings.I tell my wife I love her every day.I cherish every moment,because life is like a clock without hands ,you never know when the alarm is going to ring.Scott left us a legacy of laughter.Scott,you were a big man with a big heart.I am proud,very proud to have had the honour and privelege of being your friend.