Today you would be 36 years old. A year ago, we knew it would be your last. You weren't sad though or at least you didn't show it. Your body and mind was already starting to show that the cancer was taking over. Despite getting sick several times on your birthday, you got to enjoy a massage by a therapist who came to our home. Then, we all went to Dart Warz. You, me, the kids, your mom, my dad, Dustin, and Robbie. I pushed you around as you shot your nerf gun to your heart's content. You quickly fell asleep in the car and didn't really wake until the next day. Your real party, though, didn't happen for another 6 days. You were surrounded by so many people that loved you and cared about you and our family. Well over a hundred people came. Your birthday party marked your last outing, as just a little over a week later, the cancer took your life. You had worried whether or not you would make it to 35. You made it sweetheart. You made it. Happy Birthday, Scott. We miss you and love you very much.
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