David Scott funeral and family fund

Last night,  on our mom's birthday,  my brother was killed in a semi truck accident in Kentucky, leaving his wife with two small children and another baby girl on the way.  I am pleading with all of you for help.  

I introduced them,  you know.  She was my friend all through middle school into adulthood.  One day,  while on the phone with my big brother Dave,  I handed the phone to Shawna so I could have a free hand,  and the phone never came back into my possession.  That's all it took.  They were mad for each other.  The rest is history.

At first,  David and Shawna believed they were incapable of having children.  Being strongly Christian,  they prayed for a baby of their own.  That prayer was answered with Autumn,  my beautiful niece.  They were told, mistakingly, when she was born that she wouldn't survive.  David and Shawna were each others strength as prayers for their baby girl came flooding in.  Then,  thankfully,  they were told that there was a mistake.  A physician had read the results wrong,  or for another patient.  Baby Autumn was fine.  My brother and his wife would get to keep her and love her forever.  

The news came a few years later that a baby boy,  August,  was on the way.  Daddy was so proud of these beautiful children who were born both healthy, and perfect.  They were, and always will be,  his pride and joy. 

It had been hard to find work since the recession.  Very hard.  Shawna and Dave did the best they could while David looked for work in their home state of Arizona,  and out of it.  As he exhausted his efforts for employment,  the wonderful  news came that Shawna was pregnant again with a baby girl they named Violet, and due in December 2016,  possibly on Shawna's birthday.   

David kicked the job search into overdrive and began to learn a new trade;  truck driving.  

I read that he was the passenger... most likely sleeping in the back while his colleague took the wheel, therefor not wearing his seatbelt.  I read that it happened in Kentucky.  I read that my brother was dead,  at the age of 37,  leaving behind a family of four that needed him and hundreds of people who refuse to believe he's gone,  myself included.  

David was.... just... he was just so wonderful.  There are no words to explain how GOOD he was.  I'm sure you all can think of a person in your life who is the most special,  the most caring,  the funniest... the most deserving.  All of those wonderful people in your life are the makeup of my big brother David.  A man who has faced all his obstacles with a chuckle and wide open arms.  

My name is Jennie,  and I am one sibling out of nine who lost our brother yesterday.  The grief will subside for us with time,  and become easier to bear.  His wife will not be so fortunate.  Her and David were each others rock.  We will all be her rock from now on.  Even you,  the reader,  is her rock right now;  because even your sympathy and good thoughts are helpful. 

My brother rests now in Kentucky,  without a feasible way home.  What benefits,  subsidies,  or paychecks remain is unknown.  I don't even know how much it costs to bring him home,  or lay him to rest.  I don't want Shawna to be forced to cremat him for lack of options,  if others are desired.  I just want to know that my beautiful sister in law/best friend can pay for services, utilities, fuel, and ice cream cones for my little niece and nephew.  I don't know how long we have to get him,  or how long any process takes.  I just know that it's soon,  and unexpected. 

Please contribute in any way.  Send love, share memories, pray, donate, call, share this post, and keep us in your good thoughts. 

I am so thankful for all of you, and every way that you help.  

Thank you.

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