In Loving Memory of Our Son
J. SCOTT BOGGAN
August 11, 1977 - February 24, 1996
|My son Scott was killed instantly in an auto accident on 2-24-96. He
was 18 1/2 years old. He was the only one hurt in a car of 3. The last
people with him were his best friend who was driving and an acquaintance
The last time I saw Scott alive was the morning of the 23rd when he left to go to work. I spoke to him for the last time at 3:30 that afternoon. He was going to spend the night with friends and the next time I heard it was 3:30am and the police were knocking at our door to let us know he had been killed at 12:30am 90 miles away.
The next time I saw my beloved Scott was in a casket at 8:00am 2-25-96. I never got to say good-bye or tell him I love him. He was a very good son and never caused us any problems. He had graduated from high school on my birthday in May of ‘95. He attended all the sporting events for his former high school, that is where he had been that night, watching basketball playoffs. He had announced the high school baseball games for the last 2 years. He would always tell me “Mom, you don’t have to worry about me I’ll always come home”. For a reason I will NEVER understand he didn’t come home that night.
That was the day a knife was put into my heart and twisted and my life has never been the same. I miss him so much. He was very excited about the birth of his first nephew who was born 9 days after he was killed. He now has a niece and I will make sure they both know all about their Uncle Scott. He enjoyed playing basketball with his friends and watching his favorite pro football team the DALLAS COWBOYS. WE ALL MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU VERY MUCH ! !
The following is a poem written by my mother :
In Memory of J. Scott Boggan
AS EAGLES FLY
As eagles fly Through a cloudy sky
Our many thoughts are soaring
Oh, what a wonderful boy,
About him there’s a special kinda “joy” ...
But... He was just one of a crowd ! ! !
He had one big sister and dozens of cousins! ! !
Knew lots of kids; had friends galore.
Friends he spent time with just for fun.
There were the others together in League Baseball,
Teammates with him when he made his first homerun.
Some of these boys he knew since he could walk.
As always others were closer and they would talk.
Even tho’ he was out of school he followed his teams
No matter which one he followed...all...it seems
And in them, I feel he played out his dreams.
Through the heat of summer, winter, even wet fall
It’s Sunday afternoon come let’s play ball.
He was not so outstanding as to get awards
He was just one of the crowd. — The Good One.
As eagles soar.
Love Always and Forever, Grandma and Grandpa
February 24, 1996
Home Town - Hearne, TX