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Teresa Davis Browning posted on October 7, 2010
Sis. Crain and Family,Frank and I want to express our deepest sympathy for your loss, we are praying God's peace and presence to help you through this difficult time. May God Bless You all now and always. Frank and Teresa Browning
 

Angie Gray posted on October 5, 2010
To the family of Scotty, first I'd like to tell you how sorry I am. My family sands their condolence. We know how it feels to lose your brother, we just lost ours in January. It is so hard but our thoughts & prayers are with you all.Love the Gray Family
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Elizabeth Nieves posted on October 3, 2010
If you had the honor of knowing my brother, Scotty, you know that...when God made him...He broke the mold. God gave me two big brothers, and I have always been a proud, little sister. Steven, my oldest brother, was always more like my father than my brother. Scotty, on the other hand, was my 'fun' brother. Scotty was four years and seven days older than me. I think he liked having a little sister as much as I liked the attention I got from being the little sister. In truth, I'm not sure what he liked more...being able to tell me what to do or knowing that I thought he was the absolute 'coolest' and smartest person in the whole world. When I was in first grade, Scotty rode me to school on his bicycle. (That was mom's idea...NOT HIS!) He would shake the bicycle back and forth and yell at me to stop wiggling. He'd warn me that...if I did it again...he'd make me walk.I'd be as still as I possibly could, but he would shake it again...accusing me of wiggling. I would proclaim my innocence, but he would eventually make me get off the bike. After 10 steps or so...he'd tell me that I could get back on the bike IF I promised to be really still. He obviously liked that game more than I did, because we played it everyday on the way to school. An hour or so after school started, he would come to my classroom to check on me and give me a piece of candy. Many times, I would hold that piece of candy all day and sneak peeks at it...my little, secret reminder that my big brother loved me.Just a month ago, my brother texted me in the middle of my workday. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. It brought those memories of first grade flooding back to my mind and heart. Those texts were as sweet and precious to me as those pieces of candy so many years before. I saved them in my phone and read them over and over that day...little reminders that my big brother still loved me.Friday morning, my brother, Scotty, went home to be with Jesus. In the blink of an eye, my brother was gone from this earth. I know that I will see him again one day...but I miss him so much already. If only I had one more day...even an hour...to make one more memory...to hear him laugh...to kiss him 'good-bye'...to say I love you.Thank you for being such a wonderful brother. Tell daddy and Stevie Jr. I miss them and love them. I love you, Scotty.
 

Matt Stutts posted on October 1, 2010
Beth,I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.Much love,[email protected]
 

Matt Stutts posted on October 1, 2010
Beth,I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.Much love,[email protected]
 

Matt Stutts posted on October 1, 2010
Beth,I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.Much love,[email protected]
 

Matt Stutts posted on October 1, 2010
Beth,I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.Much love,[email protected]
 

Matt Stutts posted on October 1, 2010
Beth,I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.Much love,[email protected]
 

Matt Stutts posted on October 1, 2010
Beth,I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.Much love,[email protected]
 

Matt Stutts posted on October 1, 2010
Beth,I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.Much love,[email protected]
 

Matt Stutts posted on October 1, 2010
Beth,I am so sorry for your loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.Much love,[email protected]