April 17, 1959 to August 27, 2021
This is not a traditional obituary, because Scott Edward "Chops" Benedict was not a traditional man. Chops was the proverbial round peg who could never be squeezed into a square hole. Never a fan of social norms, Chops lived his life fully in the gray area – on the fringe of right and wrong, blurring those lines like a wave across the sand.
Chops was a son, a brother, a father, a friend of many and a member of a famous motorcycle club. He lived an outrageous life; one that was so filled with extremes, highs and lows, loves and loves lost, victories and defeats, and topics I can't even touch on, but all of you reading this can insert your story of crazy times with Chops right here.
Even as his health failed and his tough guy reputation still resonated throughout Norwalk, he often talked of the old days, when we were growing up. His memory was astounding as we talked about fun things we did together as kids and some trouble we got in. He also talked about regrets that he had, the end of his life, and his wish to be interred next to our mother. They had a special bond and I'm happy to make his wish come true.
Inside that beaten down biker body of his was a gentle soul. Oh sure, he could be angry, cantankerous and downright mean at times, but he had this innate ability to draw you back in and forgive him. When his time to leave us came this past Friday and we went to gather his meager belongings, the nursing home aid who helped us was genuinely sad. You could see it in his face. After he said the normal, sorry for your loss, he added, "you know, he was a pain in the ass, but everyone liked him." That was my brother, perfectly described, in one simple sentence.
There will a burial followed by a celebration of life at some time in the future.
Chops is survived by our dad, Royal, me, John and his son Tyler. Hopefully, he is having a beer with our mom and brother Tommy in heaven right about now, telling stories and feeling at peace.
Published by The Hour on Sep. 2, 2021.