Scott passed this morning around 8:00, peacefully in his sleep, Lisa and a very caring Hospice nurse watching over him. If it seems fitting to each of you, please lift your voices in song today, in his memory. Thank you for your prayers and support.
Kathy
May he now be at peace and watching over those he loved.
ReplyDeleteHe truly was a brilliant musician and he will be missed by those whose lives he touched.
Be at peace dear, dear friend...we will miss you more than you could ever know...it will be impossible to ever sing a song from our beloved sixties without my heart breaking because I can't talk to you about the possibility of us doing it and seeing that twinkle in your eye We will try to honor your memory in every song we sing...
ReplyDeletei sang this lullaby in his ear yesterday morning, and as i did, i came to believe it:
ReplyDeletethe body is not me; i am not caught in this body.
i am life without boundaries.
i have never been born and i have never died...
since beginningless time, i have been free.
birth and death are only a door through which we go in and out.
birth and death are only a game of hide and seek.
so, smile to me, and take my hand and wave goodbye.
tomorrow, we shall meet again, or even before.
we shall always be meeting again, at the true source
always meeting again on the myraid paths of life.
from the anguttara nikaya
Scott, you will be missed...the special care with which you added such BEAUTIFUL sparkle to our songs will never be replaced... We WILL raise our voices in SONG today (in Golden!) and we will try our best to sing in "Celebration of Life" and not in our sadness for its passing. You will live on & on & on through all of us and through the MUSIC we all bring to this world! Rest peacefully now... Mary, Don, Tony and the extended family
ReplyDeletehere, a song for Scott. Love and peace to all your friends and loved ones left behind; Love and peace, you dear, dear man.
ReplyDelete"and Sleep, I think to myself
for all of us, for all of us
beating fiercely against the wind
or lying there with broken hands
wondrous wings and blinded eyes
that see even beyond seeing
the same heartcrushing sorrow
the same unspeakable loveliness
all at the same time
how beautiful and sad
and Peace, I think to myself
for all of us, for all of us
each and everyone alone
reaching out from endless dreams
with open hearts and fragile souls
like children always seeking home
where love is as easy as breathing
and breath is as light as the atmosphere
all at the same time
how frightening and sweet it is
the same heartcrushing sorrow
the same unspeakable loveliness
all at the same time
how beautiful and sad it is
and Sleep, I think to myself
for all of us, for all of us
Sleep, I think at last
Oh, Sleep in heavenly Peace."
Karen Smart (SFA)
A poem for you, Scott, with love and respect for the soul that you are and all the beautiful music you gave to others in your lifetime...
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What I am, I am not...
not these things to be forgot;
not this voice or this face...
notions born in time and space.
What I am not, I am...
the unwritten monogram;
the captain of the dream...
I am the unborn Beam.
©Ann Louise Ramsey
I will forever feel You in every drop of rain,
ReplyDeleteI will forever feel You in the warmth of the Sun,
I will forever feel You in the coolness of a breeze,
I will forever feel You when I see or hear something that would have made You smile,
I will forever see You in every sunrise,
I will forever see You in every sunset,
I will forever know I am surrounded by You every minute of everyday,
I will forever Love You…
now and forever,
shiana
When I read this post a few minutes after it was posted, I was at a loss. Having spent the last 2 years with my own cancer battle, I'm always questioning why someone who had so much more to give dies and I'm left here still. As always, I have no answer. But I spent a bit putting together a note to post on Facebook. Here are the final two paragraphs to that note.
ReplyDeleteI'm sitting here, trying to figure out how I feel. I'm hurting because a friend is gone. I'm hurting because once again, someone that I think had a lot more to offer than I do is gone and I'm still here. I'm left with that question once again, why him and not me? And I have no answers that ease my queries.
Scott was a lot of things but he used to say that he was the mountains and the sun. Seems kind of fitting to me that the sky is partly cloudy there in Golden today. I will miss hearing him play the guitar, singing the songs of the 60's that he loved so much. Rest peacefully, my friend. Your journey home is in a new phase. Go bring out your music for this new location. I promise, they'll love it.
So long, dear friend. I'm so happy we were able to have our last visit a bit ago. It meant a lot to me, and I think you as well. It was the best time I could have wished for. I'll miss you, but I won't mourn you, as you awaken, yet again, to your true nature.
ReplyDeleteWhen the great Zen master Fa-ch'ang was dying, a squirrel screeched out on the roof. "It's just this," he said. "and nothing more."
And, I would add, nothing less.
Om mani padme hum.
You can count on me to sing a few extra notes this week for Scott. He will be so missed on many levels.
ReplyDeleteScott, is playing with Harry on Bass now, and the late Rose Thrill ...
ReplyDeleteThere smiling down on us...
Ron John Struthers
Of all the useless thing to do, posting in the internet ether so long after the death of a friend seems pretty high on the list.
ReplyDeleteAnd yet.
I'm sorry to lose you, Scotty. God's own singer of songs, gone home.
Love,
Elizabeth