Please excuse the long post. I just needed to put my thoughts down.
This day 40 years ago was one of the happiest days of my life. I celebrated the birth of my second son, Scott Jerome. He grew up like most military kids in the 70's. He adapted to the moves, made friends and told them goodby. He thought the sun rose and set with his big brother, who was 2 years older than him.
He was shy, but always had a smile on his face. He had a speech impediment that he overcame. It never effected him. He was always happy.
He wasn't an athlete like his older brother. He was tall and lanky, and like so many kids like that, wasn't the most co-ordinated kid in the world.
School never came easy for Scott. He struggled with it. He worked his butt off just to make passing grades. It paid off for him, and he was accepted to Ball State University after high school. His goal was a degree in Education and he wanted to do Primary Education.
While at Ball State he met the love of his life. They married in 97, right after she graduated. He had changed his degree and was getting it in Business Admin. He had decided he wanted to be a Chef (he always loved to cook and was good at it). He was employed by the Lone Star Steakhouse chain, and was in their management program. His plan was to pay off his student loans, then attend a Culinary Atrs school.
That all ended in Jan of 98. He was on his way home from classes at Ball State. A truck had come to a stop, in the travel lane, just after the crest of a hill, on the Interstate Highway. He piled into the goose-neck trailer the truck was hauling, at highway speed. In the beat of the heart, so many lives were changed. Mine, his mothers, his brothers and his wife. To the best of our knowledge he never knew what happened. There were no skid marks, it is assumed he never saw the truck. His life was snuffed out instantly.
It's been 15 years. The memory of the call telling me is as vivid as if I just received it. I close my eyes and I can see his happy smiling face. This September I'm going to Indiana for my oldest sons wedding. I'll have the opportunity to go to the grave and talk with him. To tell him how much he is still loved and how badly he is missed.
RIP Scott Jerome. Your dad loves and misses you and thinks about you always.