So for all of you who knew him from Linfield and the CIF, here are some sweet memories of Scott from earlier years.
I first met Scott at APC (now APU) in 1977. He was the leftfielder for the Cougars. I loved watching him play. He played with abandon and had the sweetest left handed swing ever. He was in the top 10 in career hits and top 15 in runs scored. One of our best.
Walkabout guide (10 day wilderness trip with college students)
Scott and Ted Trubenbach always had the best walkabout team because of the energy and life they poured into their students. For two years their team and my team had the same destination. I remember sitting around the campfire when students were on solo talking about life, and hopes and dreams..... And laughing....a lot
I remember waiting at the Nitche for Scott and Ted to come up Cora Creek trail (the mother of all uphill hikes) two hours uphill in the sun with no water. Some students had lost their water bottles and Ted and Scott gave the students their bottles. I remember watching Scott and Ted get to the top, walk through the stream in knee-high water, undo their backpacks exhausted and dehydrated and collapse.... And then they slept for two hours next to each other. For some sick reason that is a sweet memory.
I remember camping with Scott up near Santa Barbara. We spent the day at the beach and we were driving back to our camp site. Scott was driving and a bee flew in the window and stung Scott right near his eye. His eye swelled shut in seconds and we laughed till we cried.
I remember playing softball with Scott on our church team and him being the difference many times between winning and losing.
I remember the ah-she game and him ringing me up more times than I can count.
I remember him often violating my personal space as I would turn my head and he would be less than an inch away from my face staring at me.
We shared the joy and the pain that life can sometimes bring. I know I was able to manage life better because of the example he was to me.
Mostly I remember a loyal, kind, human being who loved his boys more than they will ever know. I am so deeply touched by the tributes I have read from those who loved him as well. Although I did not see him very often the past few years, I will always treasure the way he filled me with joy. Scott was a purveyor of hope. He was life giving..... A one of a kind. The world is a better place because of you Scott Raftery.