Uncle Mike,
I can’t believe you’re gone. To say I’m sad is an understatement, more so, I’m blown away by the suddenness. These last half dozen years have been incredibly fulfilling and then unfortunately, very saddening. It’s amazing to recall your perceptions as a child. The “current you” seems constantly baffled at the “past you” wondering what the heck you could’ve been thinking all the while. Growing up in the Scott/Adams family and being the 3rd generation Mike was interesting, to say the least. In my younger years, when we’d visit y’all in Florida, I saw Grandpa as the soft spoken, laid back tender “Mike”. Then, I must admit, I saw you as the rugged, tough not-so soft spoken “Mike”. I imagined I’d find which way worked best for me! Later in my life, especially over this last bit, my childhood perceptions proved wrong. With Grandpa being at arms length and really being super-involved in the entire family the story was clear. Grandpa passed down his name to his first born son, so he could be just like him! Smart, kind, warm, loving, technical, creative and extremely great with his hands. I’m forever thankful for your beloved sister, my Mother, to have named me after both of you. I will carry the name, in honor, the exact same way you and he did. I will read your books when I miss hearing your thoughts. I will see your smile when I pull out my pictures and albums from the cruise and the Honor Flight with Grandpa. Even though you weren’t physically there, I know they warmed your heart. I’m glad to be the “Mike” y’all intended me to be. It’s the gift of love y’all gave and the gift you shall receive.
I love you,
Mike
