Scott Michael Elliott's Obituary
Scott Michael Elliott was born April 22, 1965 and cast his lure for the last time in this mortal life on May 22, 2018. Most of us live by some motto. Maybe it’s the Golden Rule, the Cub Scout Law or the Parables of Peanuts. If my husband’s son, Scott had one it was probably this: damn the Crohn’s, full speed ahead. In spite of a diagnosis made some 40 years ago, he would not be stopped. Globetrotting, skiing, fly fishing, teaching fly fishing, celebrating lifelong friendships and rebounding time and again from hospital stays were just proof of his raw courage. Shame was not comfortable in his soul. As a toddler, he was known to use foul language and brazenly get into the Doritos before his parents woke up on Saturdays. Then, he would go to his sleeping dad and say “hey Dad, let’s watch cartoons” reeking of Doritos breath. Some of my favorite memories about Scott involve his storytelling ability. The three of us were on our way to a local restaurant when Scott recalled a Dairy Queen memory. Crohn’s had made an unwelcome appearance while he was traveling through a sparsely populated area. After some tense moments, a DQ appeared on the horizon. Scott was doing the “butt squeeze shuffle” from the parking lot to the men’s restroom. Happily, no social embarrassment was involved. Knowing Scott, the sight of him running half sideways, knees and cheeks clenched must have been amusing to see. Scott, of course, was laughing while telling the story. Just yesterday afternoon, while enjoying a beautiful day with his best fishing buddy, Scott cast his lure for the last time in this mortal life. Being such a compassionate soul, he was an eye and tissue donor. Somebody will have sight because he understood the challenges of health obstacles. Scott was a member of the Grove City Lodge #689 F&AM. Survived by his parents, Carolyn Tehan and Michael (Laura) Elliott; Aunt Susan Barnett; and many friends. Preceded in death by his grandparents, William & Helen Creekbaum, Foster & Louise Elliott; step-father, Robert Tehan; Uncle Richard Elliott and cousin, Abby Ruby. Per Scott’s wishes there will be no public viewing or service. For Father’s Day next month, I’ll give his dad a present from Scott: a sign that simply says Gone Fishin’
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