(made by Scott Lightfoot for me in 2011)
I think I was lucky because I realized the importance of a legacy early on. I decided to be an artist after having a panic attack watching the news at some point in my early 20's. A tragedy similar to 9/11 had a occurred and I couldn't get past the fear of dying and having no point to my life. Yes, I was a mom, and that matters, but I felt like I needed something tangible, something lasting that would go beyond just the memories of me once my kids passed. I needed to make a difference. It was then I decided to become an art teacher. I had long been painting on my own by then, but I needed more. I met Scott at a school where I taught, a place I know that both of us left a huge impact and legacy with the students, yet both of us didn't seem to "fit in". I guess we artists don't "herd well" and so we found other avenues for our legacy.
I know Scott as a friend, as a big brother, a mentor, an artist, a father, a husband, and a teacher, but everyone who knew him will all agree that he had passion for art, teaching, and LIFE like no one I've ever met. (yes, he could be opinionated and grumbly, and he made enemies, but I loved him even more for that, because he wasn't afraid to speak the truth)
I wish I had the gift of writing that Scott was given, but a stranger solved that problem for me, when he wrote on Scott's blog what I would have loved to be able to say. After I said my goodbye to Scott at few days ago, I needed to hear his words again and I found the post from a complete stranger. I'm fairly certain Scott hadn't read it as he had been so ill, so I sent it to his wife to read and I told him about it when I saw him at hospice.
It's long, but worth it. I can only hope I leave half the legacy Scott has left behind. Here is the post from a stranger: