My “Little” brother … Scott always had a smile and cheerful attitude. When we were very young, we were in a car accident with our mom. Scott was about 2 1/2. When my dad arrived at the hospital, he told a story of Scott lying on a bed, broken leg, big black eye and a huge smile. All he said was “Hi Dad!” with a huge smile.

That attitude lasted his whole life. No matter what, there was that huge smile. Always ready to cheer anyone and with his contagious smile. Oh how I miss that smile …