Timothy Scott Foster
Timothy Scott Foster
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Timothy Foster Obituary
On Thursday January 6, 2011, Scott Foster passed away in his home. He was surrounded by his family, including his 15 year old son Cody, Cody’s mom and Scott’s lifelong friend Michelle, his mom Shirley, his father Ray, and his uncle Jim and Aunt Gloria.
Anyone who knew Scott, knew that he lived life to the fullest. He appreciated the moments in life...good & bad. This site was set up to capture and preserve some of those moments from those who shared them with Scott.
The "Memory Book" on this site is a place for you to leave stories or memories that you shared with Scott. Please refrain from posting condolences or comments to the family through this book. The hope is for this book to serve as a collection of the special ways that Scott touched our lives.
All submitted posts will be reviewed by the family before being made viewable to others on this site.
There is also a place for you to submit "Photos" with descriptions as well.
If you have any questions...or would prefer to keep your posts/photos between you and Scott's family, you can email them directly to
Thank you,
Family of Scott Foster
Born: Feb 15, 1968 in Carlsbad, New Mexico
Died: Jan 06, 2011 in Sugar Land, Texas
217 Entries
Family of Scott Foster
January 5, 2020
This is a legacy website and Scott has left his legacy through his son Cody (mother Michele reminds us that he is a constant reminder of Scott). I, like Michele, seldom come to this page because it hurts so very much. I hope Scott knows how much we love/loved him and how much he is missed ~ oh, so much. We needed him in our lives and there is a huge empty gap since he's been gone. His greatest regret when he was dying was that he would not be there for his son and oh how I wish he was ~ he considered Cody his greatest accomplishment in life. His friends all miss him and have not and will not ever forget what Scott added to thier lives. Loving politics like he did, I know how much he would have been enjoying the election and soap opera saga of Trump. Knowing his love of sports, I know how much he would be enjoying watching and listening to his sports talk radio while driving to the various subdivisions where he was building houses. Still can't believe it and am still angry cancer took Scott away from his family, friends and anyone lucky enough to be around him. Yes, another year has passed and the pain is just as strong and man do I miss my son that left us 9 years ago tomorrow ~ way too soon. And I can't type anymore because it hurts too badly. I'm still waiting to wake up from this terrible dream.
Mom Shirley
Family of Scott Foster
February 2, 2019
Son Scott left this earth 8 years ago today. It never gets easier, as y'all know, I am still unbelieving that he is not here and never will be again. Scott's adult life was marked by his "love of the game" of competitive softball....he was good at it and loved playing the game and loved all of his teammates that were such a big part of his life. Over the years, Scott received many tee shirts commemorating the tournaments the Alley Cats played in all over the country, and often, his individual efforts on the field. I discovered how much these tee shirts meant to him when cleaning out his house after he passed away -- there was this very large box in one of his closets -- I opened it up and found very neatly folded (as if in a clothing store), each one of his memories of a game/games -- must have been almost 100 of them! Well, my ex-sister-in-law, Barbara Davis, made a quilt out of a select few and son Logan brought it to me at Christmas! I love it so much, just wish Scott was here to put it on one of his beds. Another reminder that we all should "do" meaningful things for each other while we are still alive..............thank you for your indulgence of my share on this sad day -- the quilt lifts me up because I know Scott would love to know that not all of those tee shirts remain in that big old box of memories for him.
Mom (Shirley) ~ Facebook Post on 1/6/19
Family of Scott Foster
February 2, 2019
Miss you my brother...Every day. Love ya man... Your Greatness will never be forgotten.....
RIH #33 Glenn Johnson ~ Facebook Post on 1/6/19
Family of Scott Foster
February 2, 2019
This day is always a reminder to live every day like it’s your last. Timothy Scott Foster lived that life. He made me laugh like few have. He was a friend like no other. You could call him after a while and it was like you just talked to him the day before. Words can’t describe how much I miss talking to him and laughing with him. #33 #threes #sterlingkylemcnamera
James Carpenter ~ Facebook Post on 1/6/19
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Family of Scott Foster
April 11, 2013
Email sent to Shirley (Scott's Mom) from Scott's great friend and fellow Alleycat -- Bart Adams -- March 11, 2013
Our first game is at <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />10 AM Saturday. The GOLD bracket didn't make, so it will be a 1-day tournament, with the Championship game at 9:15 PM and the IF game at 10:30 PM. There are 9 teams in the Over 40 bracket and it's a 4 Game Guarantee. Strange looking bracket, so someone check me all day please to be sure we know when we're playing next. Especially if I have a couple of Jell-O Shots. LOL! <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
As a very wise friend once said, "There's always room for Jell-O!" Mind you he said this at 8 AM on a Saturday morning, in a hotel room in San Antonio, between his 2nd and 3rd Jell-O shot, before we went to the ballpark. (RIP #33! Miss you brother!)
Family of Scott Foster
November 12, 2012
Hi, Scott. It's mom. I miss you so badly and think I can't stand it most of the time. I particularly miss our discussions about politics lately. You would have been intrigued by this election that has been taking place since you left almost two years ago. The common sense of half of the people went out the window and all your writings about the destruction of our country are coming to pass. You were so intuitive and so right. I would give anything to talk with you about what is/has happened, what to do next, what to expect next. Throughout all the news/debates, etc., I started to pick up my phone and call you so you could "set me straight" and enlighten me, but I couldn't. It's so cruel that someone like you that really "got it", is not here.
I have been spreading your ashes (as you asked) in a lot of places I have gone. It makes me feel a little closer to you, but it also makes my heart hurt. You should be there and anywhere else you want to go in person.
I love you and miss you and need you, Scottifer. Hope all is okay wherever you are. When we talked before you died, I know I said I would be okay, but I didn't know it would be this hard and unbearable.
Family of Scott Foster
April 30, 2012
Message to Shirley from Bart Adams in response to Glenn Johnson's message of April 30, 2012:
We were both thinking of Scott yesterday afternoon. Wish he could have been there with us physically, not just 'in spirit'. The good news is, his spirit will be with us forever.
Bart Adams
Family of Scott Foster
April 30, 2012
Email Shirley received from Scott's great friend, Glenn Johnson on April 30, 2012:
....I thought of Scott so many times this weekend & mentioned it to Bart Adams yesterday when we were watching Scott Copeland. He would have loved his irreverence & wit. I was even mimicing what his reaction would have been. :) He would have loved that LJT Festival too....Really miss him but we laugh often telling "Scott Stories". Hope you are doing well mom...."<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Glenn Johnson
Family of Scott Foster
February 15, 2012
Today Scott would have 44. It is so hard to understand or believe he is gone. I want to call him to say Happy Birthday. Miss him so much. Cannot put into words how much I hurt and how much I wish I wasn't writing something about Scott on a Legacy Website. I was so happy the day he was born but had no idea how much this son would brighten and make my life -- but he did. Just wish he was still here to make my life so rewarding in knowing he was doing well, enjoying his life and making life better for others, especially Cody, his son that he loved so much.
Mom
Family of Scott Foster
February 2, 2012
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Re: Need a Breathalyzer on My Laptop
Glenn: The funny part is when I'm typing something, ok trying to type it, its like I've had this great moment of clarity that I have to share right that second. I'm gonna word it so great & it´s gonna mean so much & they're gonna love it because I feel so strongly about it! You know what I mean?.....And then the next day its like.....wha? Who did that?....Typos so bad that I can barely read it...And either I don't understand what I was saying or hope that the person I sent it to doesn't.......whew. :) Oh for the days when you just left a stupid message on somebody's answering machine...lol
Shirley: Glenn -- your thinkin' what you are saying is just gonna be great and monumental -- reminds me of Scott's journals he left me. He actually says a few times that when he was traveling home from work in his truck he thought of awesome things to write in his journal. Got home, wrote them down and was so disappointed that they didn't seem as awesome as he had thought.
Glenn: Shirley, that sounds like Scottt...he also told me he used to think of funny comments to say, write them down & memorize them for just the right moment to use. I gotta kick out of that since we used to try to one up the other & crack each other up. Everytime i think of him i think of us laughing. I miss that boy....thanks for sharing that with me....
Shirley: Glenn, towards the end, Scott told me that one of things he was so upset about regarding dying was that he had "so much material" that he had memorized still in his head that he was never going to be able to use. The "moment" for the material had not come up yet. When he died, all that trivia died with him. That really bothered him. He felt he had wasted some of his time committing so much to memory for just the right time.
Family of Scott Foster
January 6, 2012
It has been a year but it feels like an eternity. I miss and need you, baby. I could write forever, but it wouldn't change a thing.
Mom
Family of Scott Foster
December 20, 2011
Nothing is the same without Scott. Bad time of year. Miss him so much.
I don't want a lot for Christmas, there's just one thing I need.
I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.
I don't need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace.
Santa Claus won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas day.
I just want you back, more than you could ever know.
Wish you could make my wish come true, cuz all I want for Christmas is you.
I won't ask for much this Christmas, I won't even wish for snow.
I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe.
I won't make a list and send it to the North Pole for Saint Nick.
I won't even stay awake to hear those magic reindeers click.
'Cause I just want you here tonight so I can hold onto you oh so tight.
What more can I do? Cuz all I want for Christmas is you.
All the lights are shining so brightly everywhere.
The sound of children's laughter fills the air.
Everyone is singing, I hear those sleigh bells ringing.
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need?
Won't you please bring my baby back to me.
Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas -- This is all I'm asking for.
I just want to see my baby standing right outside my door.
Oh I just want you one more time, more than you could ever know.
God please make my wish come true, cuz all I want for Christmas is Scott.
Mom
Family of Scott Foster
November 30, 2011
This is an email I received from Scott's friend, Bart Adams. I wanted to include it in his Memory Book:
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Last night, Glenn and I went to a place called Filthy McNasty's in the Fort Worth Stockyards. They had a live radio show and the guests were Matt Hillyer from 1100 Springs, Deryl Dodd, Dave Perez from the Tejas Brothers, and Roger Ray, the guitar, steel and dobro player from Jason Boland and the Stragglers. Some of my favorite muscians and bands, they are all friends and it was a FANTASTIC show.
Anyway, as they do at these types of things, they would take turns playing a song and the radio host would talk to them about their latest projects, etc. During the first time through the rotation, Matt Hillyer said, when it's my turn again I have stories about all these guys. So anyway, when it got back to him, he kind of starts out talking about how he had met each of the others, etc. He said he's known Roger Ray the longest, that when he was a teenager he moved from the big city to this small town where he didn't really fit in. The other kids made fun of the clothes he wore and the way he talked etc. He said he met Roger and Roger always stood up for him.
He said they were at this place one Saturday evening, and it was kind of like a Sonic before there were Sonics (Deryl chimed in with, Like a Dairy Queen? and Matt goes, Yeah, exactly). He said there was jukebox there and he played some music that he liked and he asked a girl he liked to dance, and she said, Oh, we can't dance, it's against the law and he was like, WHAT???. She said that the town council had passed a law that outlawed dancing. He was like, THAT'S CRAZY!!! and started dancing anyway and got a few others to join in.
About this time Glenn and I caught on to what was going on, being the intelligent guys we are.
Anyway, he says they're dancing and having this big time when the town preacher comes in and unplugs the jukebox and starts calling everyone sinners and says he's going to call their parents, etc. and then he says, and Wouldn't you know it, the girl I liked turns out to be the preacher's daughter!!!
He keeps going on about they organize a dance in the next county, and he teaches Roger to dance and they come back and fight City Hall to allow dancing in their town.
Of course, G and I are rolling and I have tears running down my face from laughing so hard, but there are people that are buying it.
So he kind of pauses to take a breath and the girl doing the radio show says, 'You know they made a movie like that, and Kevin Bacon played the lead. So you're kind of like Kevin Bacon'. Matt looks at her and goes, 'REALLY? I never saw it. Huh. And I guess that would make Kevin Bacon like me!'
By now everyone is laughing their asses off and Glenn and I looked at each other and said at the same time, 'Scott would have LOVED that! That's SO a Big Chief tablet and a purple crayon kind of a story.'
Things happen all the time that make me think about him, and I just had to share this one with y'all. I wish he could've been there with us.
Bart Adams
Family of Scott Foster
June 29, 2011
Email received by Shirley, Scott's Mom, from his great friend, Crash:
We were cooking with the family over the weekend, just a few burgers and beers, and we got to laughing so hard remembering one time over at my house with Scott. It was with my sister in law Amanda, Scott and myself. We were drinking Coronas and Scott and I got off on one our tangents regarding the Saturday Night Live video below, which portrays Tom Hanks as a blooming idiot on the Jeopardy show. Like it usually did, the joke rolled and rolled all night..and beyond.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
In the video, Tom Hanks keeps bending over to talk into his pen like it is a microphone. The 3 of us spent the entire night, any time we had something to say, we would lean over to talk into our Corona bottles imitating the video. It was hysterical. We´ve done this forever since that night. And around 5:00 on the video, Tom Hanks has his hand stuck in a pickle jar. This is what set us off this past weekend...because Scott would do this imitation all the time from this night on.
I can just see Scott´s face as he would let go of an imaginary pickle jar like "is this right"...and then lean over to an imaginary pen, saying "B-B-But I Want a Pickle"!! I´ve watched this video a dozen time since this weekend just laughing and thinking of Scott.
Anyway, it was definitely one of those had to be there nights, but the video alone is worth watching...and knowing this 9 minute clip provided hours of entertainment for the 3 of us...well that just makes it all that much better!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXqkO4jejt0&feature=related
-Crash
Family of Scott Foster
May 25, 2011
An email to Shirley, Scott's Mom, from David "Crash" Smith:
So I´m pretty sure you know this story...but at the beginning of every softball game, in efforts to find out the batting order, inevitably someone would ask "What´s the lineup"? To which Scott would always reply "Well, it´s the order in which we will bat". It was a ritual. In fact, when we got back together and played a couple of summers ago after being off for a few years, you should´ve seen Scott´s eyes light up when somebody asked that question on the first game...he just looked over at me and said "I got this..."!<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
So this past weekend, my oldest son played in a baseball tournament. Before one of the games...one of the kids asked "Where´s the lineup"?
I was just about to fire off "It´s the order in which we bat in"...when I realized what the kid had said. I made him repeat it to make sure if I heard it right, and sure enough he repeated "Where´s the lineup"?
I just looked up and smiled and laughed. It was a moment I would´ve normally stopped and called Scott instantly and told him what had happened so we could laugh about how much smarter these kids are than every adult we played ball with for years just by the way they asked the question. We would´ve bantered for an hour on it...and they saying would never have been the same.
It was just a funny story I wanted to share with you. I think about him all the time and miss him. I hope you´re doing well.
David Smith
Parrish Tagen
January 15, 2011
Wow where would one begin? My fondest memory is when Scott had fell upon hard times when his main transportation..(the siver bullett/ford pickup truck) was involved in an accident. That ditch came out of nowhere.....
I kindly offered a car for him to use until he could find another means of getting to work and softball. By that that time my Monte Carlo had become more a community car since other people have borrowed it for one reason or another. Kinda like that saying from high school...Hey your ____(enter whatever noun) is like a doorknob...everybody gets a turn..
Anyway, everything was going fine. Scott was getting to the bar, to the softball games, and even a little work here or there. Going great for 3 weeks. I thought he might even adopt my vehicle...:)
Well as luck would have it. I received a phone call about 11pm on a thursday...
Scott: Parrish
Me: Evening Scott...its 11pm...
Scott: Yeah I know..sorry..its about your car..
Me: Runs like a dream huh?
Scott: Yes and No.. Your car just died.. No idea why.. It just stopped working. I mean, here I am on the way to MO's, like all usual Alley Cats do on a Thursday. Im just a tootling along, minding my own, listening to David Allan Coe(duh), and your car flatlined on me....No power, zero, nada. Won't start at all. Justs keeps turning over but wont start. Any ideas?
Me:(I pondered) I said to myself, "Self, what would Brian Boitano do?"
Brian Boitano: Scott?
Scott: Brian Boitano?
B. Boitano: Yes Scott. Its me.
Scott: Shouldnt you be skating or fighting evil or something?
Boitano: Its my day off. I thought I could help you through your dilemma tonight.
Scott: Wow. Wins gold and still has time for the needy. Youre truly amazing.
Boitano: So Ive heard. So the Monte Carlo you borrowed from Parrish isnt working you say?
Scott: Yes Brian Boitano. It just stopped....sigh..:(
Boitano: Unfortunate. And its thursday too. I love mo's on thursday. Lots of fun.
Scott: As do I Brian. As do I..
So you have any briallant ideas..o' enlightened one?
Boitano: mmmmmm..........................................You tried putting gas in it?
Scott:.....(silence).............silence)...............Let me call you back Brian....
Boitano: Of course Scott...
A few minutes pass..
Scott: Brian?
Me: Sorry, Brian left to fight crime..Emergency. Did youfix the car?
Scott: Yep. Put gas in it and it worked like a charm. Tell Brian thanks...And tell him good luck in the next Olympics...
Me: Sure thing Scott. And Scott?
Scott: Yeah Parrish?
Me: Next time check the gas gauge.....'click'
I miss you Scott, with all my heart. You never got to see my children...But now you'll see them everyday from up above. Hopefully they have cars that never run out of gas for you in heaven. But then again when you have wings..who needs cars?
Later Buddy.
P.S. FYI
Scott and I are they only people I know who have actually recited the entire Movie of "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" during a party....verbatum!
One amazing man you are Scott...
Terry Baumann
January 12, 2011
I don't have any really detail memories of Scott - just know I enjoyed catching for him when he pitched. His good spirit was infectious, and he always knew what was going on in the field of play. My most remembered memory was after my father died, he never said a word to me, just came overand gave me a big hug - and that meant alot to me. I can say he was my friend.
Terry "Geritol" Baumann
Lance Foster
January 12, 2011
Some of my best memories of Scott really wont sound like much but will be with me all my life. Whether it was at the Family Reunion trying to pick up girls and hoping they werent our cousin's, to playing softball with him at Papa Blakelys or golf any time I came home and called him. Poker games at mom and dads, Papas Icehouse on a Saturday night or just sitting around talking about anything. Fireworks on the 4th of July, sneeking out to smoke a cigerette so no one would know. Playing football, or just going to the bar and having a drink. These are some of my memories of my best friend. But the thing that will stick with me the most is his scince of humor. I can never remember Scott having a frown on his face. No matter what the situation he could find humor in it. That was Scott, the comedian with the laugh to brighten up your day.
Gloria Foster
January 10, 2011
I didn't meet Scott until he was about 2 years old when I married his Uncle Jim. One of my first memories was of Scott sitting in a high chair at his Grandma Normas and she was trying to teach him how to say the word delicious. This cute little blonde boy kept saying dedicious and it was adorable.
Scott was the moon and the sun to his Uncle and when I got pregnant I remember my husband saying he hoped our son would be just like Scott(made me mad at the time, jealous I guess) and as they grew up, Lance and Scott did become a lot alike which formed a lasting friendship between the two of them.
When we all went to college, one of Scotts' favorite things to do was go to the bathroom outside. I remember one time when I walked out of the apartment, there was my two year old son with his cousin trying to teach him how to relive himself against the stone fence. I wish I had had a camera at the time, because it really was something to behold.
Scott and his family moved to Texas and we didn't see each other as regularly after that, but we still shared many great moments in his life. He spent many Thanksgiving dinners sitting at the "kids" table, and many nights playing poker with the family.
Scott was a very independant person who liked his privacy, but he would always show up for the important moments of our lives. Graduations, weddings, homecomings, birthdays, when we called, he always came.
When Jim and I bought our home, it was Scott who came and inspected it, assuring me when the walls cracked it was okay, it was only cosmetics and the house really wasn't falling apart.
The last time he came to our house, our son had just come home from deployment and Scott told him we never invited him over unless his dad or he was there, needless to say, I straightened him out on that.
Lots of memories will fill our house of this unique individual who we love.
David Smith aka Crash
January 10, 2011
I met Scott in the early 90´s. He was playing 3rd on the opposing team. I had honestly never heard anyone talk more during a game. Not trash talking; in fact most of it was pretty witty stuff. During mid sentence, a ball was hit down the 3rd baseline and as he fielded it and threw it, he never stopped talking.
I´ll admit, as we lost that game to his team, I was a little irritated at Mr. Foster.
But that irritation didn´t last long. Within a couple of weeks of that game, I was telling that exact story to him, which became the first of countless stories Scott and I would share (and repeat to anyone who would listen) for years to come.
Back in the mid 90´s Scott gave me the nickname that most people know me by still today, "Crash". He and I were playing in a tournament, it was the very first game, and I was tracking a ball in the outfield and dove head first into a chain-link fence. I was dazed and cut up pretty good, they stopped the game, and Scott came over and inquired if I was ok. When I said I thought I would be ok, he replied...."That was cool!" The next game as they were making the lineup, Scott said, "Send Crash back out there". From that point, in the 15+ years I knew Scott, there are only a handful of times I recall him calling me anything but Crash.
Scott´s wit was a direct result of his intellect. He truly could hold his own in any conversation, on virtually any topic. And if you weren´t paying attention, a lot of times you could miss the true meaning behind a lot of what he said.
Scott and I didn´t have short conversations. At times we would both avoid getting on the phone with each other, because we knew once we started...the conversation would just roll on an on...it didn´t need a direction...it didn´t need a specific topic...it was just a never ending test of wits, continuously expanding on what the other one just said.
We were more than just friends, we were family. And I believe our families viewed us that way also. A while back, his mom pulled me aside and told me "He´ll never tell you this, but he loves you Crash and thinks the world of you." I told her I believed we both knew how each other felt about one another...spoken or not.
Scott's Family
January 9, 2011
Please refrain from posting condolences or comments to the family through this book. The hope is for this book to serve as a collection of the special ways that Scott touched our lives.
Michele Foster
January 5, 2020
I don't visit here often because it always brings tears. I love the quilt and hope to see it some day Shirley. I wanted to make an entry today because of something special that happened. I was semi-watching the Titans/Patriots game and texting with Cody while he was out watching it. Of course, we were both excited when they won, and at the end of the game Cody asked "what liquor did my dad like, I'm gonna take a shot?". So, you all know I said "Jager". Cody replied, "that's actually my favourite liquor" (yes he spelled it favourite... probably how Scott would've spelled it). I love and appreciate all of their similarities. I miss Scott sooo much, and my heart still breaks that he isn't here with all of us but especially that he's not here with his incredibly intelligent, great gift giving, counterpart Cody. I am very thankful for the reminders of Scott that Cody gives me all the time!
Mom
January 3, 2018
Another year without you, my wonderful son. I miss you as much today, maybe more.........so hard to know I will not see you. Still very angry. And still so sad. All I can do it distract myself every day in some way........or I would die of sadness.
Mom
January 4, 2017
Oh, Scott, you are so missed. So, so missed. You should be here. What else can I say? I am still so very angry and hurt and confused.
Cody Foster
June 28, 2016
i wanted to make a post right now for two reasons.
the first of which being that i'm taking Calculus at SFA this summer, and i am reminded of when i was in middle school, barely even able to add fractions without your help.
the second reason is for this to be a message to Nana, whenever she next checks this memory book, so that she knows she's not the only one who does.
Love You. (i'm not fixing my grammar.. this isn't being graded.)
Shirley Henderson
January 7, 2016
Scottifer, it's been a long time since I visited this memory site for you. Not because I don't want to share and read memories about you. It's because it's heartbreaking that there is such a memory site for my son that should be alive and well and making the world a better place (which you did). Nothing gets easier like they say it will. The more time that goes by, the more you are missed by me. I could type forever here, saying the same things I have said over and over ~ it wouldn't change a thing. I still don't understand why you are not here and I am still very angry that you were chosen to die (out of all the people out and alive in this world. I try to do as you asked ~ stay strong and live my life ~ but it's so, so hard. The only way I can not be sad is to distract myself with tv, politics, jigsaw puzzles, crossword puzzles. But in the end, they are all temporary distractions. It's so hard to understand how many mothers and fathers out there keep going after their child dies, most do, but their life is never the same. Just not the same without you. I love you, need you, miss you and what else is there to say? I'm so sorry this happened to you, Scott. It was not fair and you didn't deserve it. I wish we could go back in time and things would have ended up differently ~ fool's wish, huh? I hope wherever you are that you are okay ~ but those that loved you will never be okay about it. I would give anything to call you, come to Sugar Land to see you ~ but you're not there. Yep, I'm sad but more angry than sad. Don't even know why I'm typing these words on a computer, a lot of good that will do. Bye, again, my awesome son.
Shirley Henderson
January 6, 2014
Facebook Entry - January 3, 2014 from Sherry Wilsher:
One of my favorites from TSF Shirley Henderson Bridges was said one day I was walking on the build site of my new model and he was at the one under construction next door. When I was walking to my car I heard, " hurry up and get out of here. You are distracting my workers!" I giggled and blushed and drove away smiling.
Shirley Henderson
January 6, 2014
Facebook entry - January 4, 2014 from Josh Billingsley:
Just for Sherry Wilsher and Shirley Henderson Bridges from the great TSF.
"So, you wanna go get some ice cream........or just have sex? (He would actually use a different word there). And as the answer 99% of the time was "no", he would reply with, "what, you don't like ice cream?
Shirley Henderson
January 6, 2014
Well, yet another Christmas has come and gone without you, Scott. And today is three years since you were no longer with me (us). Nothing gets better and everything is different without you. I would give anything for this to all be a nightmare -- I still cannot grasp the reality. It just can't be true, but yet it must be because I haven't seen you in so long. I miss everything about you. Still can't believe it's "Game Over", Scottifer. I wish I could have done something, anything, to keep you here. You would be really proud of Cody -- he's almost 6 feet tall, very outgoing, and becoming so much more like you every time I see him. Michele, Jeanette, J.P, cousin James, Mylissa & kids are all taking good care of him for you. What you would really like to hear is this: Cody is also taking care of himself, just like you prayed he would -- you taught him well.
Shirley Henderson (Mom)
February 15, 2013
Well, another birthday has rolled around without you here to celebrate it or life. It doesn't get any easier, Scott. Just as painful as ever, maybe more so because it gets clearer and clearer that I haven't just not seen you in a long time, but I'm never going to see you again in my life. So much pain and heartache. So hard and almost unbearable. I do try to do as you asked and to be strong and lean on my religion. I love you so much and have no words to express how much I miss you. Still in denial, it can't be so. Wish you were here my baby son.
Sherry Wilsher
February 14, 2013
Happy Birthday Scott! Think of you all of the time, but I am sure you know that already. Love you so much! In my heart forever! SB
Sherry Wilsher
December 24, 2012
As Christmas 2012 approaches I cannot help but remember moments of great friendship with you. Though our time was cut short, I have the most amazing memories anyone could ever dream of. Yes, a vivid memory that serves me daily and keeps everything very present. Not a day goes by I do not think of you and miss being able to talk to you and get your "Scott" perspective on whatever dilemma I am facing... Merry Christmas my Dearest Friend.... For you are an intricate piece of my life´s puzzle I am still putting together. You are truly the LOML.... ? Sherrybaby
Sherry Wilsher
December 19, 2012
Forever in my heart....
Eternally yours,
Sherrybaby
Michele Foster
November 22, 2011
Cody,
Just some thoughts:
It's been almost a year and I still can't believe your Dad's not here. I pray for you, Nana and Grandpa Ray a lot.
I see your Dad in you: your hands, your walk, your talk, your laugh, your attitude, a lot of your thoughts and beliefs. It's amazing and wonderful how much you are like your Dad.
It is two days before Thanksgiving so I thank God for your Dad, for the time he and I had and for the time the two of you had. Always remember that you were the most special and important person and part of his life. He was more proud of you than anything. I know that he watches over you and continues to be proud of you just as I am. We both love you so much, Code.
James McAvoy
September 30, 2011
Scott is one of the most passionate baseball fans that I have ever met, making every game with him a real treat. During the summer of 2006 Scott brought Cody and I to the Astros v. Diamondbacks game. Late in the game we realized that Luke Scott had hit a homerun, triple, and double. Shortly afterwards, we became intrigued by the possibility of witnessing a player hit for the cycle which is rarely achieved in a major league baseball game. In the 11th inning Luke Scott came to the plate. Everyone in Minute Maid Park rose to their feet, we were cheering as loud as we could for Luke to get a base hit. With a swing of the bat Luke put the ball into play and everyone in the stadium went wild. After exchanging high fives Scott looked at me and said, you can go to baseball games your entire life and you´re lucky if you get to see one cycle! I will never forget that moment. Scott was around baseball his entire life and he got to see that cycle!
Shirley (Scott's Mom)
September 2, 2011
Scott wrote in journals for a few years. He entrusted me with them and I have been going through them -- very hard, but very enlightening too. He listed his "favorites" in some categories and I just included them on this memory website. For those of you that still visit Scott's memory book, you may want to check out the "Favorites" listings. Gives a further insight to my intellegent and wonderful son. I will always wonder who his favorites would have been in the future. Whenever I watch the news or hear a new song, or see a new movie, I want to ask him what he thinks about it. His viewpoints meant everything to me. He is so devastatingly missed.
Kristi Carter
March 7, 2011
I first met Scott when his son Cody was in my Kindergarten Class. Scott always made time for Cody, always had a smile and always a kind word. Scott was always a part of Cody's school life. Cody could always count on his dads help, and time when it came to working on school projects like the Science Fair.
I know how much Scott meant to Cody. You could tell they were best friends and the apple of each others eye.
I pray for Cody, Michele and the rest of Scotts family, for God's grace to cope with the loss of a wonderful dad, friend, son and friend. I believe that Scott will always be with you in spirit, watching over the son and family he loved so much.
Judie Eberhardt
March 6, 2011
I was Cody Foster's 3rd grade teacher at Holy Rosary Catholic School. That is where I first met Scott. He would come by the school to see Cody for an after school activity or event,and even after Cody was no longer in my class, Scott would walk by my classroom and pop his head in the doorway and hop up on a student desk and talk. He would ask how the day went and always had a super big smile on his face. His personality was one that I will not forget.
James Carpenter
March 5, 2011
It has taken me some time to finally come to grips with reality. I miss you Scott. I'm looking forward to seeing you on the other side. I know that you are probably hanging out with all your favorite Hollywood Stars like Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart to name just two. I have had a hard time with everything. When your birthday came around I was lost. I've always called you on your birthday. It was always like we had just talked a day ago. We were always able to pick up where we last left off even if it was months. I know this is sort of a downer but I just had to write something. On the other side of that I guess I will leave everybody with this one of many memories. We lived together for about 3 or 4 years and man we had some great times. The one I'm thinking of right now is the cookoff with Crash. It was so weird how you were dancing with my ex-wife and I was dancing with yours. I guess we shared a lot of things. That's the same weekend that your hat was smashed by a golf cart and we only needed 5 more minutes for chicken but had plenty of potato salad. If any of you aren't finding this funny... I guess you just had to be ther. I really miss talking to you buddy but I do have one of your famous toasts on DVD. Thanks for the memories.
Mom
February 15, 2011
On this day, 43 years ago, I brought you into this world and from that moment knew you were special. You made my world all I could have asked for. Thank you, Scottifer. Like your Dad, I miss you like crazy, actually, I am crazy! I know you are not surprised.
Ray Foster
February 14, 2011
Scott,
Happy Birthday buddy. I hope all is well with you on your second journey. We mish you like crazy. Love, Dad.
Dad
January 25, 2011
To all of Scott´s special people ...
Thanks to all of you for loving Scott ... and for sharing your stories with us.
I finally got the strength to read all of your stories, as well as his Mom´s story. It was truly amazing. It was a writing from the absolute broken, but wonderfully proud heart of a loving mother. Shirl, you have such a way with sharing your thoughts, and such a good memory. Again, I am amazed. He was such a special guy, and you told the story so well. I wept more than once, sometimes from shear pain, and other times from a warm joy. One thing I must tell you ... even though he and I had this soulful understanding of each other, it is a fact that I was not there for most of his life. You, gave me so many stories that I would never have known. Thank you.
And thanks to all of Scott´s friends and loved ones, who have made my life so much better by knowing you, and by reading your stories.
Yep, he was a hustler, and Shirley got that so right! Even off the field, he was a bloody great hustler .... not in an bad way. He just knew how to get the most out of a moment, out of a person close to him, out of an experience, out of a laugh. And, as for the Politics, I´m really thankful that his Mom was there for his debates, as he never played the political card with me, mainly because I was no fun for him, as he knew I was as political as an alien. In fact, I guess it is typical that an offspring has a bit different relationship with his father and mother. During his adult years, Scott was so logical around me, not just by discussing with me the bare facts of his life moments, as well as sports (as he knew I was not able to stay in touch with all sports Americana, and therefore could not debate the matter), but also because I think he knew that our time was short and precious, and he just chose to focus on the most important issues on his mind, and mine. He was a great listener for me. And, he always brought me up to speed on Cody, as he knew I was not quite capable of understanding all of Cody´s true qualities. He also did a pretty darn good job of keeping me up to date with our lovely Michele. He was so sincere with his comments ... wishing the best life for his friend, and mother of his child, while also acknowledging her great Mom skills.
Thanks to all for your contributions of your photos with Scott. Those will forever be my memories.
I must thank my brother, sis-in-law and their family for keeping me physically and emotionally in the moment. You guys are true angels.
I also want to give a very big thanks to Joe, Tracy and all those at J. Patrick Homes. You guys are far beyond employers, and I can´t begin to express my appreciation for the dignity you showed my son. And big kudos to all of Michele´s friends who made the house nice. What wonderful people you are. I know I have missed so many loving contributors. But lastly, I want to give my heartfelt thanks to all of Scott´s friends and family that joined us in his Gathering, and I pray God´s special blessings on you all.
Scott, you are `da man! We'll hook up down the track.
Dad
Shirley (Mom)
January 19, 2011
Scott´s life was cut short but no one will ever argue that his life wasn´t well lived. I could tell stories all day about the brilliant, affable child he was. He loved all his life´s stories: Remember when we...... Remember when you......Remember when I......we were both in love with remembering. What is shocking about a world without Scott in it, is this: I have nothing left but to remember.
He taught us early on that nothing beats good music - loved all kinds of music and could match anyone in retaining names of artists, lyrics and timelines.
He´d often stay up until three or four in the morning, finishing a book he just couldn´t put down - usually classics (loved the European 1940´s writings) and philosophical readings. He savored words by underlining them in each book so that he could use the lines at some pertinent point in conversation - yes, to "show off". He loved learning.
He was hooked on movies, especially the old classic black and white. Enthralled with Audrey Hepburn, Katherine Hepburn, Spencer Tracy - I could go on and on. Scott and Cody went to the movies at least once a week. He was so proud of Cody for being able to discern the subtleties in the movies that a person his age would not normally observe. When they watched movies and TV shows at home, they would pause the action frequently to discuss what was happening and what was said and learn from each other.
Sports and politics were his hobbies - whether it was as a participant or spectator. As a child, he played football and baseball - a hustler. As an adult, he played softball, flag football, rugby - again, a hustler. He played these sports well, but his 110% dedication to playing as well as he could is what made him fulfilled and valued by his teammates. In softball, he (aka: Sterling Kyle McNamara) said the competition was important and great, but the socialization was what it was all about.
In college, he majored in Political Science and was well versed in all things political and genuinely interested in government - which, by the way, sparked many interesting debates within his circle of family and friends. He was just so darn good at supporting positions - either way - loved to play devil´s advocate.
He loved his career as Production Manager of J. Patrick Homes and was great at it. He took pride in going beyond what was expected and encouraging others to do the same.
Scott didn´t take himself very seriously. He knew who he was and he knew what he liked, and it didn´t really matter too much to him that many of the things he enjoyed where about 150 years behind the times. Scott was the essence of generosity, kindness, loyalty, dedication, and fun. His joy of life was evident in his smile and sparkling eyes. When you saw the smile that he had for everyone, you could not help but smile back. Whenever you wanted to find Scott, you just listened for his laugh, which came often and was very contagious. Scott was surrounded by love and returned that love; and he gave his love generously, even recklessly, as those of us know who were lucky enough to have been loved by him.
He was the kind of person that noticed you had cut your hair when no one else did. He told you how great you looked when you had lost a few pounds. And he was the one who could intuitively tell when anyone was having a bad day and just needed a friend to listen. He was truly the kind of person who would be there for anyone, even a stranger who needed help. We wish we could have kept him with us much longer.
It took Scott falling ill to help me see his courage. He was the bravest man I´ve ever known. He approached his bout with cancer with such dignity and, in the process, taught me and others how to approach tragedy with grace. In the end, when he learned it was really over and that the doctors had no more tricks up their sleeves, he became concerned about those he would leave behind. When he quietly took his last breath, he must have wished for a different outcome, but throughout it all, he maintained that we should all go on with our lives and not let his death cause us to "walk around with sad eyes". I hope that, for Scott, it feels like he´s just waiting until the morning, until we can all be together again.
Scott´s death serves as a powerful reminder that ultimately, what matters is loving, caring, sharing, and being true to yourself. And doing that today, not tomorrow. The honesty with which he shared his life was touching. His attitude was inspiring, and comforting too -knowing that this good person was out there.
Scott hated to be fussed over and probably would be upset with our attempt to honor him this way. We must all learn from this life that has been taken so soon from us. We have been touched by a man with humility, intelligence, wit and spirit of immense goodness and joy. As a dedicated father, he strived to teach his son about life through his own experiences and what he wanted for Cody. He was an individual, very unique -- a loving son, family member, and valued friend.
Knowing Scott was such joy. Being his mother was a delight without equal, though not without difficulties. He was wholly himself and yet also the echo of my best self. Every trait I admire in myself or aspire to - creativity, compassion, hunger for justice, hunger for knowledge, wanting to be someone others want to be around -was mirrored in him and magnified.
I have lost my best friend - my rock. When he became an adult, it was he I turned to for advice. He was a straight shooter, telling me like it was, just as with everyone else. I needed him all my life, and am so lost without him. But, as he asked me to do (as a way of honoring his life), I will try to someday not "walk around with sad eyes". It´s the least I can do for this amazing son that I will continue to wish was still here with us.
However, as Charlie Chaplin once said, in the end, everything is a gag. I know my Scott would have believed that. I know he would want us all to remain humorous and positive as we remember him now and forever. Son, your humor, dedication, loyalty and bravery made you great. Now with your transition to a better place, allow it to make us great. I love you and miss you Scottifer.
An' all the angels up in Heaven,
They're not grieving because they're gone.
There's a smile on their faces,
'Cause they're in a better place...
David Smith aka "Crash"
January 15, 2011
For someone who could be complex, he had some pretty simple loves. One of those simple loves that jumps to mind was he loved talking animal jokes...hearing them and telling them. I would stop and call him the moment I heard one, and he would just listen and it never failed, if the animal spoke - the joke was funny. One time I told him a joke and at the end he didn´t give his usual laugh...he was just silent...and finally he asked "So does the dog actually say anything in the joke?" I realized the dog was doing human type things but didn´t actually talk in the joke. I didn´t make that mistake again.
What I loved most about telling the joke to Scott, was for the jokes that stuck, Scott would take them to another level when he told them. The joke became a story. I can remember times that Scott would narrate the joke along with his former roommate and great friend, James Carpenter by his side to ask questions throughout the joke and help to act out the characters in the joke. I´ll never forget ... penguin breaks down on the side of the road and has to make a phone call...or duck flies into a bar (pat your chest) - lands on the bar (slam hands down) ...man that never got old.
Which reminds me of one of his favorite quotes..."old jokes, new people"!
Jennifer Bridges
January 12, 2011
Scotty is my cousin. My Dad and his Mom are half brother and sister. My memories are mostly in Carlsbad at Mema and Pepa's house. I remember playing in the backyard, in the canal behind the house, throwing rocks or going to the school. I remember having envy in Scotty because he got to spend more time with Pepa, he knew where the mini bikes were, first hand...and Fritz sure liked him alot! He knew where everything was and how to work it! Thinking about trips to the cabin always brings back the best memories! Hiking up and down through the mountains, trees, riding the motor cycles, trying out Pepa's new bow & arrow,fishing in the little streams, piling up in Pepa's truck to go to the other ridge. All good times.
Snowed in on Christmas at the cabin?? Was Scotty there? Who all was there? How many days were you guys snowed in? I sure wish I would have been there! Pepa had said it was the best Christmas ever! I know it was.
Lana Z
January 12, 2011
Most of my memories of Scott are from Christmas Eve at our grandfather and grandmother's house when we were children. Carlsbad, NM is a small town with nothing to do so Scott, Lance, Craig, Lisa, and Lori and I would entertain each other while we were there. Lisa, Lori, and I always looked forward to their visit!
Rick Cunningham
January 12, 2011
Scott is my cousin. We really didn't know each other during our adult lives. But I do have memories of him while we were kids. I can remember going to Carlsbad to visit Pepaw and Memaw and having a blast !!! One of the things I remember is our grandfather Weldon Bridges (Pepaw) is what we called him, taking use hunting and fishing !! I just loved going into the hills and just being boys. I'm sure Scotty (that's what us cousins know him as) is up in heaven right now hunting with our Pepaw right now !! I love ya cuz and rest in peace ... "don't shoot all the deer and catch all the fish !!! Save some for me when I get there one of these days ... AGAIN, RIP CUZ
Russell Cunningham
January 12, 2011
I remember fun times with Scott when we visited Pepa and mema's in carlsbad NM. we would play on the rocket climber at the park, we also use to sneak off to the store and by fireworks and pop them at the ball field just down the street from Pepa's.we also liked playing in the canal behind the house. I will never forget that scotty liked calling me Rusty nail. Scott was a really cool guy.
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Scott & Dad - Cody's BD Party
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Scott & Mom - Mark's Wedding
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Scott in High School
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Scott & His MeeMaw - His Wedding
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Scott & Dad - College Graduation
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Scott in His Pool - Spring TX - H.S.
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Scott & Wendy - St Louis - Jr. High
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Cody & Scott
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Scott & Cody -- Astros Game
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First Car - Mustang Cobra II - Front of Scott's house in Terra Nova West
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Scott & PeePaw - Cabin in NM
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Jeannie - Logan - Scott - Recouperating from knee operation
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S.F. Austin College Graduation - Uncle Jim, Scott, PeePaw & Dad
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Scott & Logan - Ruidoso NM Home Spa
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Scott & Mom - Ski Apache, NM
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High School Prom Pic
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Scott & Mom - White Sands NM
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Scott & Mom -- First Home in Spring TX
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Spring Raiders - Youth Football
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Scott -- Spring Raider Youth Football
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Mom & Scott -- Estes Park, CO
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Little Dallas Cowboy
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Scott & Mom -- Birthday at Eastern NM
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Scott Dressed Up to Go to Work
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