I first met Scott when I was just 16 years old, and from that moment on, we became the best of friends. I am reminded of the countless memories and the profound impact he had on my life. He knew my entire family and I knew his.
Scott taught me how to cut firewood, a skill that brings a sense of accomplishment. He payed me $10 dollars an hour to do trim work, knowing I was only worth $1 an hour. He brought me hunting, introducing me to the thrill of the outdoors. He picked me up from the airport and let me stay at his house after my grandmother died. That is a testament to his kindness and generosity, especially for a friend in need.
Some of my fondest memories of our time together were spent in Hammond, where we would take my boat to the prop stop or go fishing with our friend Shane LaFlamme in Mississippi. Those days were filled with laughter, adventure, and the joy of friendship memories I will forever cherish.
Despite the years that passed and the distance that grew between us, Scott and I reconnected during the challenging times of the Coronavirus. I had the privilege of driving to Alabama to see his son play football, and I stayed for four days at his house, reminiscing of the bond we shared, one that time and distance could never diminish.
Scott, you will be deeply missed, but your spirit will live on in our hearts. Let us celebrate the joy he brought into our lives. The love he shared with his family and friends. Thank you for the memories, the laughter, and the love. Rest in peace, dear friend.
Chad Tricou