I remember spending a lot of time with Scott and Eric when they came to visit us in NY sometime in the 90's when we were just young kids. I hadn't realized what I was missing not having any brothers, but that visit made me wish so badly that I had one--we had such wonderful time playing together. Scott and Eric were the brothers I wished I had! 

It's a rare opportunity to know when you see someone for the last time. Unfortunately, I don't know when that was for Scott. I love the memories of playing capture the flag while camping.  Scott would vanish (litterally gone for like an hour). He'd walk out in the woods, slowly creep along and on a few occasions he would cross over, get the flag and make it back to base without anyone knowing! We would be running back and forth, going in and out of "jail," and suddenly he would appear and be like, "we won!" The first time this happened, everyone was annoyed because we had been looking for him for awhile but after that, when he vanished, we knew he was in stealth mode and we needed to make a distraction.  It would be nice if we could have played one more time.