This has been an awful week. Last Sunday, on Mother's Day, my husband and I learned that our friend and former classmate, Scott Daniels, died unexpectedly. I had known Scott since elementary school (we actually were in a drama class together in the 4th grade), and he went to high school with us at HSPVA. He was my husband's Fleshmop bandmate, a best friend, and brother. We have been so sad. He didn't get the help that he needed, wanted, and was on a waiting list for. He shouldn't have died. He left behind a sweet, 10-year-old daughter and a widowed mother.
No mother should have to go through planning a funeral for their child, and then least of all have it be on Mother's Day. Ironically, this is the second time that we have lost a close friend on Mother's Day. It is the worst. We are all devastated.
We'll miss you, Scott. You were a sweet guy and just simply astonishing crazy genius on the guitar. The times that I've heard him play, I was glued to each note.
We will miss you so much. This shouldn't have happened.
