Scotty, My big brother, my emergency contact, and my safe place. There truly are no words for losing you, but damn it, I'm going to try, because you deserve that. You were loved by so many people, and I know you are looking down at all of us today, probably wondering why we had to make such a big fuss over you, because that's who you were: "just let it go." When we look back on your life, we can't help but smile at all the different chapters of Scott.​ We have to begin with you riding dirt bikes on the farm in Stoddard with Jessop and Jen. Then there was your room in the basement, the one none of us will ever forget. You had these enormous speakers, and Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice was constantly on repeat. I'm convinced you thought the volume knob only went one direction: all the way up. The bass would shake the entire house, and somehow our mom survived it. It's one of those memories that still makes me laugh, because it was so completely, unapologetically Scott. I think we all love a little more bass than most because of you. You were a wild teenager, and I have a feeling Avery may be following in your footsteps. You loved anything that gave you an adrenaline rush, like skateboarding and snowboarding. These were great until you broke your collarbone. Then there were the years when you walked around carrying your favorite pool cues and practically lived at Top Shots. You played in more leagues than I could ever keep track of. Eventually, you began the most important chapter of your life when you started your family, and we were blessed with Hayley. From the moment you became a dad, you were determined to be the best father your children could ever imagine. Then you were blessed with two sweet baby boys and a beautiful bonus daughter. Of course, somewhere in there, you also became obsessed with RC cars, knives, and about a hundred other hobbies, but being a father always came first. You were damn good at it, too. Your children will never forget how much you loved them, and I promise you they will never have to wonder. We will tell your stories, keep your legacy alive, and make sure they are surrounded by love for the rest of their lives. Your mountain biking and gym chapter gave Christopher, Anthony, and me plenty of material to give you a hard time about. But damn, what I would give to see you still living that life. You were late to nearly every family event because you had to shower, get ready, brush your teeth with your timer, and make sure your hair looked just right. ​Then you started losing that hair, traded the mountain bike for a Harley, and grew that incredible beard. And because you were still you, of course the beard could not just grow naturally. No, you had to straighten it and make sure every hair was in its proper place. There were so many chapters of Scott: the wild teenager, the pool player, the mountain biker, the gym guy, the motorcycle rider, the collector of RC cars and knives, the man who loved music and a good adrenaline rush, and somehow made brushing his teeth a timed event. But more than anything, you were a son, a brother, a friend, and a father who loved his children with everything he had. Last but definitely not least, that Harley led you into the final chapter of your life, and I am so grateful I have gotten to know more about the man you were during those years. I met some of your friends and learned that you were still the same goofy Scott we had always known. You were famous for your dad jokes, shooting spitballs, and popping straw wrappers at people like an overgrown kid. You were always carefree, genuine, kindhearted, and always ready to make someone laugh. You were also the kind of man who would give anyone the shirt off your back. We can thank Mom for that, because she taught all of us to love people deeply, welcome everyone, and take care of the people around us, and you carried that with you through every chapter of your life. I wish more than anything that we could have just one more chapter with you. None of this feels real. I keep waiting for you to walk through the door laughing and say, "Ha! I punked you all." We promise to save a seat for you at every family gathering. We will talk about you, laugh about you, listen to your music, ride your bikes, play with your RC cars, admire your knife collection, and probably argue about which one of us remembers your stories correctly. I wish you could be here with all of us today, although we all know having the entire family gathered in one place might have made you a little anxious. But this is where you belong, surrounded by the family who loved you through every version and every chapter of your life. We are here to remember you, laugh about you, cry for you, and begin figuring out how to carry you with us without you physically here.​ And yes, we are throwing you the biggest party of your life. I know you'll be smiling and shaking your head all at once, but now you can be there and not have anxiety. We are going to honor your life and carry your legacy with us, Scott Koblitz. We will make sure your children ALWAYS know who their dad was and how deeply he loved them. I love you so much, Scotty. We will miss you for the rest of our lives.