Scott Allen Abramovich

LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY THE NUMBER OF BREATHS YOU TAKE, BUT BY THE MOMENTS THAT TAKE OUR BREATHS AWAY!!! K.L.T.

I gradutated from Harlem and remember Scott well. He stepped to the beat of a different drummer. Always uplifting. I recently lost a loved one and would like to share this poem:

Until we meet again
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting...

I do not remember very much from my school years, but I have always remembered Scott. We were in the same graduating class at Harlem and he always kept me amused. I was saddened to read of his passing today, but know he is in a better place.

My prayers are with you all.

I am Debra Holder-Hamilton, 1977 graduate of Harlem High School. I remember him in the halls and I think he wrestled and I loved his large family! I am sorry for the loss you feel and I myself have cancer and hope for a cure for everyone. He was a class clown and a nice guy.

I am so sorry for your loss. Scott and I grew up in the same neighborhood and had many fun times together with our neighborhood friends. He will be missed by many.

I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I went to school with Scott and was a year ahead of him, but had him in several classes. Scott lit up many a room with his sparky personality and his warm friendship to many. My family will keep you in our prayers. Once again I am very sorry for your loss. He was that all around guy. He will be missed.

I was sorry to hear about your loss. My prayers are with you and your family