Scott D. Kennett of Moriarity, NM, passed away suddenly 0ctober 14, 2005. He was born on December 31, 1984; the son of Peter and Margaret Kennett.
Scott was a vibrant, curious, funny, loving, young man. He touched the lives of people from all walks of life, all over the world. His life was that of a "AirForce brat", and he experienced more in his short 20 years than some of us have in 50 plus years.
While working on a history project/competition in high school, Scott developed a lasting friendship with a group of WWII veterans and their wives.."The Breakfast Club"..as they called themselves. Scott met with them for breakfast every Sunday, and became their "son". He was in awe of their stories...and they were in awe of him, his energy, his love of life, his never ending questions, and his never ending quest for new experiences
He was instrumental in arranging a "reunion" of sorts between some of those veterans and the pilots from the British RAF and German Luftwaffe from the 1940 Battle of Britain.
Scott's favorite trip he ever did, was a solo backpacking trip to Rome.
After high school graduation, Scott backpacked from Austria to Rome, Italy...alone. While he didn't speak any Italian, this did not deter him in the least. He found his way around the city, explored the Vatican, Colosseum and other
tourist areas but what Scott found most memorable was the Italian wedding he crashed, and wound up being invited to a wedding picnic where he enjoyed the delicious free food and fine Italian ice cream! He could make friends so quickly, even with a language and culture barrier!
Scott also had a great love for the rodeo...and at one time, thought he wanted to be a rodeo star! He joined a rodeo school (if that's what you call it), and wanted to try everything...from roping to bull riding. But first, he had to learn to ride a horse! His "Buddy" and teacher said from the first time Scott mounted, he rode like he had been born on a horse!
Scott finally decided he wanted to work in law enforcement. He had enrolled in college and was looking forward to becoming a police officer. But first, he had something important to do.
Hurricane Katrina impacted Scott deeply. His love of animals led him to the decision to join a group going to Louisiana to rescue dogs. He saw things that he wasn't prepared to see, found himself in places he wasn't prepared to be, yet he managed to keep his spirits up and do what he had gone to do.
Three weeks after Scott returned from Louisiana, he committed suicide. The Scott D. Kennett Animal Disaster Rescue Fund was established in his memory in an effort to raise funds for rescuing and rehabilitating animals.
Scott often talked fondly his childhood stomping ground in Oscoda Michigan. He also had a passion for World World II and D-Day. For this reason Scott was cremated and his ashes scattered in both Lake Huron, in Oscoda, Michigan, and half will be scattered on Utah Beach, Normandy, France.. the site of D-Day.
He is survived by his parents, sister Nova and numerous aunts and uncles.
Scott was a vibrant, curious, funny, loving, young man. He touched the lives of people from all walks of life, all over the world. His life was that of a "AirForce brat", and he experienced more in his short 20 years than some of us have in 50 plus years.
While working on a history project/competition in high school, Scott developed a lasting friendship with a group of WWII veterans and their wives.."The Breakfast Club"..as they called themselves. Scott met with them for breakfast every Sunday, and became their "son". He was in awe of their stories...and they were in awe of him, his energy, his love of life, his never ending questions, and his never ending quest for new experiences
He was instrumental in arranging a "reunion" of sorts between some of those veterans and the pilots from the British RAF and German Luftwaffe from the 1940 Battle of Britain.
Scott's favorite trip he ever did, was a solo backpacking trip to Rome.
After high school graduation, Scott backpacked from Austria to Rome, Italy...alone. While he didn't speak any Italian, this did not deter him in the least. He found his way around the city, explored the Vatican, Colosseum and other
tourist areas but what Scott found most memorable was the Italian wedding he crashed, and wound up being invited to a wedding picnic where he enjoyed the delicious free food and fine Italian ice cream! He could make friends so quickly, even with a language and culture barrier!
Scott also had a great love for the rodeo...and at one time, thought he wanted to be a rodeo star! He joined a rodeo school (if that's what you call it), and wanted to try everything...from roping to bull riding. But first, he had to learn to ride a horse! His "Buddy" and teacher said from the first time Scott mounted, he rode like he had been born on a horse!
Scott finally decided he wanted to work in law enforcement. He had enrolled in college and was looking forward to becoming a police officer. But first, he had something important to do.
Hurricane Katrina impacted Scott deeply. His love of animals led him to the decision to join a group going to Louisiana to rescue dogs. He saw things that he wasn't prepared to see, found himself in places he wasn't prepared to be, yet he managed to keep his spirits up and do what he had gone to do.
Three weeks after Scott returned from Louisiana, he committed suicide. The Scott D. Kennett Animal Disaster Rescue Fund was established in his memory in an effort to raise funds for rescuing and rehabilitating animals.
Scott often talked fondly his childhood stomping ground in Oscoda Michigan. He also had a passion for World World II and D-Day. For this reason Scott was cremated and his ashes scattered in both Lake Huron, in Oscoda, Michigan, and half will be scattered on Utah Beach, Normandy, France.. the site of D-Day.
He is survived by his parents, sister Nova and numerous aunts and uncles.
Scott D. Kennett of Moriarity, NM, passed away suddenly 0ctober 14, 2005. He was born on December 31, 1984; the son of Peter and Margaret Kennett.
Scott was a vibrant, curious, funny, loving, young man. He touched the lives of people from all walks of life, all over the world. His life was that of a "AirForce brat", and he experienced more in his short 20 years than some of us have in 50 plus years.
While working on a history project/competition in high school, Scott developed a lasting friendship with a group of WWII veterans and their wives.."The Breakfast Club"..as they called themselves. Scott met with them for breakfast every Sunday, and became their "son". He was in awe of their stories...and they were in awe of him, his energy, his love of life, his never ending questions, and his never ending quest for new experiences
He was instrumental in arranging a "reunion" of sorts between some of those veterans and the pilots from the British RAF and German Luftwaffe from the 1940 Battle of Britain.
Scott's favorite trip he ever did, was a solo backpacking trip to Rome.
After high school graduation, Scott backpacked from Austria to Rome, Italy...alone. While he didn't speak any Italian, this did not deter him in the least. He found his way around the city, explored the Vatican, Colosseum and other
tourist areas but what Scott found most memorable was the Italian wedding he crashed, and wound up being invited to a wedding picnic where he enjoyed the delicious free food and fine Italian ice cream! He could make friends so quickly, even with a language and culture barrier!
Scott also had a great love for the rodeo...and at one time, thought he wanted to be a rodeo star! He joined a rodeo school (if that's what you call it), and wanted to try everything...from roping to bull riding. But first, he had to learn to ride a horse! His "Buddy" and teacher said from the first time Scott mounted, he rode like he had been born on a horse!
Scott finally decided he wanted to work in law enforcement. He had enrolled in college and was looking forward to becoming a police officer. But first, he had something important to do.
Hurricane Katrina impacted Scott deeply. His love of animals led him to the decision to join a group going to Louisiana to rescue dogs. He saw things that he wasn't prepared to see, found himself in places he wasn't prepared to be, yet he managed to keep his spirits up and do what he had gone to do.
Three weeks after Scott returned from Louisiana, he committed suicide. The Scott D. Kennett Animal Disaster Rescue Fund was established in his memory in an effort to raise funds for rescuing and rehabilitating animals.
Scott often talked fondly his childhood stomping ground in Oscoda Michigan. He also had a passion for World World II and D-Day. For this reason Scott was cremated and his ashes scattered in both Lake Huron, in Oscoda, Michigan, and half will be scattered on Utah Beach, Normandy, France.. the site of D-Day.
He is survived by his parents, sister Nova and numerous aunts and uncles.
Scott was a vibrant, curious, funny, loving, young man. He touched the lives of people from all walks of life, all over the world. His life was that of a "AirForce brat", and he experienced more in his short 20 years than some of us have in 50 plus years.
While working on a history project/competition in high school, Scott developed a lasting friendship with a group of WWII veterans and their wives.."The Breakfast Club"..as they called themselves. Scott met with them for breakfast every Sunday, and became their "son". He was in awe of their stories...and they were in awe of him, his energy, his love of life, his never ending questions, and his never ending quest for new experiences
He was instrumental in arranging a "reunion" of sorts between some of those veterans and the pilots from the British RAF and German Luftwaffe from the 1940 Battle of Britain.
Scott's favorite trip he ever did, was a solo backpacking trip to Rome.
After high school graduation, Scott backpacked from Austria to Rome, Italy...alone. While he didn't speak any Italian, this did not deter him in the least. He found his way around the city, explored the Vatican, Colosseum and other
tourist areas but what Scott found most memorable was the Italian wedding he crashed, and wound up being invited to a wedding picnic where he enjoyed the delicious free food and fine Italian ice cream! He could make friends so quickly, even with a language and culture barrier!
Scott also had a great love for the rodeo...and at one time, thought he wanted to be a rodeo star! He joined a rodeo school (if that's what you call it), and wanted to try everything...from roping to bull riding. But first, he had to learn to ride a horse! His "Buddy" and teacher said from the first time Scott mounted, he rode like he had been born on a horse!
Scott finally decided he wanted to work in law enforcement. He had enrolled in college and was looking forward to becoming a police officer. But first, he had something important to do.
Hurricane Katrina impacted Scott deeply. His love of animals led him to the decision to join a group going to Louisiana to rescue dogs. He saw things that he wasn't prepared to see, found himself in places he wasn't prepared to be, yet he managed to keep his spirits up and do what he had gone to do.
Three weeks after Scott returned from Louisiana, he committed suicide. The Scott D. Kennett Animal Disaster Rescue Fund was established in his memory in an effort to raise funds for rescuing and rehabilitating animals.
Scott often talked fondly his childhood stomping ground in Oscoda Michigan. He also had a passion for World World II and D-Day. For this reason Scott was cremated and his ashes scattered in both Lake Huron, in Oscoda, Michigan, and half will be scattered on Utah Beach, Normandy, France.. the site of D-Day.
He is survived by his parents, sister Nova and numerous aunts and uncles.
