Scott Lee Jewkes 1953 ~ 2006 (Deseret News Obituary)
Picture him in the sun, scruffy hair and flushed-face, jaw set hard as his back-hand comes square to the net. Or, imagine his tall, muscular body gliding under the water, thick legs pumping up and down, propelling him forward. Perhaps you saw him along the trails near Dimple Dell on a full run, or pacing the sidelines at Alta High cheering for one of the many teams he loved. But you must always picture him in the sun. Because that's where he lived, in the world, in the weather, in the open air. Outside, playing hard, climbing trees and racing bikes, hiking to the top of anything. An endless endeavor to conquer another challenge. He loved basketball, tennis, football, hiking, biking, running, swimming, always active, and always living life. This was Scott. And he was a fighter. He fought for his family, he fought for his friends, and he fought a cruel disease with a sturdy and valiant determination. Though the ALS* took his body, it never broke his spirit or diminished the incredible passion in his heart. His wife of 22 years, Kathy; daughter, Jacki; and granddaughter, Makayla, were by his side till the end. He fought hard to remain as long with them as he could, to share all the love as possible. And when he finally left, it was not a capitulation, but a reconciliation. He lived longer than most ALS patients and enjoyed life right up to the end, then went off to meet with "our Chelsea" Saturday morning, September, 30th. Scott grew up in Taylorsville, went to Valley Junior High, Cottonwood High School, CEU and Dixie College. True to his adventurous fashion he served an LDS mission in Bolivia, spending much of the time in dirt-floored huts with the Aymara Indians. He spent the last decade living and loving the folks in the Draper 1st Ward.
[*Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), often referred to as Lou Gehrig's Disease]
Picture him in the sun, scruffy hair and flushed-face, jaw set hard as his back-hand comes square to the net. Or, imagine his tall, muscular body gliding under the water, thick legs pumping up and down, propelling him forward. Perhaps you saw him along the trails near Dimple Dell on a full run, or pacing the sidelines at Alta High cheering for one of the many teams he loved. But you must always picture him in the sun. Because that's where he lived, in the world, in the weather, in the open air. Outside, playing hard, climbing trees and racing bikes, hiking to the top of anything. An endless endeavor to conquer another challenge. He loved basketball, tennis, football, hiking, biking, running, swimming, always active, and always living life. This was Scott. And he was a fighter. He fought for his family, he fought for his friends, and he fought a cruel disease with a sturdy and valiant determination. Though the ALS* took his body, it never broke his spirit or diminished the incredible passion in his heart. His wife of 22 years, Kathy; daughter, Jacki; and granddaughter, Makayla, were by his side till the end. He fought hard to remain as long with them as he could, to share all the love as possible. And when he finally left, it was not a capitulation, but a reconciliation. He lived longer than most ALS patients and enjoyed life right up to the end, then went off to meet with "our Chelsea" Saturday morning, September, 30th. Scott grew up in Taylorsville, went to Valley Junior High, Cottonwood High School, CEU and Dixie College. True to his adventurous fashion he served an LDS mission in Bolivia, spending much of the time in dirt-floored huts with the Aymara Indians. He spent the last decade living and loving the folks in the Draper 1st Ward.
[*Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), often referred to as Lou Gehrig's Disease]
Scott Lee Jewkes 1953 ~ 2006 (Deseret News Obituary)
Picture him in the sun, scruffy hair and flushed-face, jaw set hard as his back-hand comes square to the net. Or, imagine his tall, muscular body gliding under the water, thick legs pumping up and down, propelling him forward. Perhaps you saw him along the trails near Dimple Dell on a full run, or pacing the sidelines at Alta High cheering for one of the many teams he loved. But you must always picture him in the sun. Because that's where he lived, in the world, in the weather, in the open air. Outside, playing hard, climbing trees and racing bikes, hiking to the top of anything. An endless endeavor to conquer another challenge. He loved basketball, tennis, football, hiking, biking, running, swimming, always active, and always living life. This was Scott. And he was a fighter. He fought for his family, he fought for his friends, and he fought a cruel disease with a sturdy and valiant determination. Though the ALS* took his body, it never broke his spirit or diminished the incredible passion in his heart. His wife of 22 years, Kathy; daughter, Jacki; and granddaughter, Makayla, were by his side till the end. He fought hard to remain as long with them as he could, to share all the love as possible. And when he finally left, it was not a capitulation, but a reconciliation. He lived longer than most ALS patients and enjoyed life right up to the end, then went off to meet with "our Chelsea" Saturday morning, September, 30th. Scott grew up in Taylorsville, went to Valley Junior High, Cottonwood High School, CEU and Dixie College. True to his adventurous fashion he served an LDS mission in Bolivia, spending much of the time in dirt-floored huts with the Aymara Indians. He spent the last decade living and loving the folks in the Draper 1st Ward.
[*Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), often referred to as Lou Gehrig's Disease]
Picture him in the sun, scruffy hair and flushed-face, jaw set hard as his back-hand comes square to the net. Or, imagine his tall, muscular body gliding under the water, thick legs pumping up and down, propelling him forward. Perhaps you saw him along the trails near Dimple Dell on a full run, or pacing the sidelines at Alta High cheering for one of the many teams he loved. But you must always picture him in the sun. Because that's where he lived, in the world, in the weather, in the open air. Outside, playing hard, climbing trees and racing bikes, hiking to the top of anything. An endless endeavor to conquer another challenge. He loved basketball, tennis, football, hiking, biking, running, swimming, always active, and always living life. This was Scott. And he was a fighter. He fought for his family, he fought for his friends, and he fought a cruel disease with a sturdy and valiant determination. Though the ALS* took his body, it never broke his spirit or diminished the incredible passion in his heart. His wife of 22 years, Kathy; daughter, Jacki; and granddaughter, Makayla, were by his side till the end. He fought hard to remain as long with them as he could, to share all the love as possible. And when he finally left, it was not a capitulation, but a reconciliation. He lived longer than most ALS patients and enjoyed life right up to the end, then went off to meet with "our Chelsea" Saturday morning, September, 30th. Scott grew up in Taylorsville, went to Valley Junior High, Cottonwood High School, CEU and Dixie College. True to his adventurous fashion he served an LDS mission in Bolivia, spending much of the time in dirt-floored huts with the Aymara Indians. He spent the last decade living and loving the folks in the Draper 1st Ward.
[*Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), often referred to as Lou Gehrig's Disease]
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