The Race of a Lifetime • 10.3.1995 – 9.10.2017
JORDON KRISTOFF ST. MICHAEL SCOTT
From the editor’s desk… Tomorrow is not promised Today is one to be cherished Yesterday is gone – don’t dwell there On past achievements do not stay Racing through life with a purpose sublime Valuing each moment of time The finish line we all reach one day But what will you do with the gift called today? A.Taylor-Spence
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MESSAGES The Custos of Westmoreland Rev. Canon the Honorable Hartley Perrin CD., JP. Custos Rotulorum of Westmoreland When death comes in the context of a family, it always brings a tremendous sense of grief and loss. This is exacerbated when it comes suddenly and under tragic circumstances. It becomes particularly painful for parents who have watched with pride and promise, the growth and development of their child over a period of years and have seen the clear potential of that child. Jordon Scott had been an outstanding sportsman and an all-round friendly and congenial person. He had a kind heart and a propensity for success through hard work and careful application. His unfortunate and horrific death leaves a tremendous void in the hearts of all who knew and loved him, particularly his parents. The perennial question in the minds of many is “why”? His father, Christopher, is a recently installed Justice of the Peace for the parish of Westmoreland and is himself an amiable and conscientious gentleman, who has won the respect and admiration of all well thinking citizens of the parish. To him, and to the rest of his family, I wish to convey profound and sincere condolences on this the occasion of the sudden death of his son. May the good Lord of Heaven, continue to surround you all with love and comfort in this time of sorrow and mourning. Keep strong my dear brother and friend. Hope Lodge, Westmoreland, JA We share in the loss being experienced by the Scott family. In our fraternity we share each other’s joys as well as sorrows. We
were looking forward to Jordon’s career in track and field and the anticipated successes in the 400m. Sadly, that is one pleasure which has been denied. In his short sojourn here on earth he has left enough pleasant memories to last a lifetime. It was quite pleasant to read the tributes to Jordan on our Lodge group’s WhatsApp site. Many expressions came from institutions with which he was associated. These include Unity Primary School, Mannings School and Petersfield High School. There is no doubt that we have lost a gem. Our Lodge will endeavour to support his father during the healing process. Our brother, Christopher, has demonstrated that his actions are regulated by God and we know that he would have ensured that Jordan also recognised the duties he owed to God. Jordan, like Chris and all Freemasons, would have been taught not to mention the name of God without the awe and reverence which are due from the creature to his Creator. Jordan, like Chris and all Freemasons, would have been taught to ask for the assistance of God in all his undertakings and to look up to Him in every emergency for comfort and support. As citizens of this world we are encouraged to be exemplary in discharging our civil duties. We are also taught that we are never to propose any act that may have a tendency to subvert the peace and good order of society. Jordan, by his demeanour, demonstrated that he would have been a good Freemason if he had chosen to be a member. In his short life he lived respected and has certainly died regretted. We grieve with our brother Christopher. It is usually a cliché to say that an individual is irreplaceable but in this particular case it is more than just a phrase. We will never, Lord, Thy purpose see; but all is well that’s done by Thee.
THE TRAINING CAMP FAMILY
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. (Proverbs 22:6)
DAD – THE FRIEND
SUPER FAN
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
‘SCOTT DON’
& HIS GIRLS
TLC
THE TRAINING CAMP MVP
If you don’t sacrifice for what you want, what you want becomes the sacrifice.
At first they will ask why you’re doing it. Later they will ask how you did it.
Your positive action combined with positive thinking results in success.
THE TRAINING CAMP PETERSFIELD HIGH SCHOOL
Winners are not people who never fail but people who never quit…
The capacity to learn is a gift The ability to learn is a skill The willingness to learn is a choice Brian Herbert
THE TRAINING CAMP MANNINGS HIGH SCHOOL
Never stop learning Because life never stops teaching
We are all a little broken but the last time I checked Broken crayons still color
THE TRAINING CAMP UTECH
From the Faculty of Science and Sport We often say that the hour of death cannot be forecast. When we say this, we imagine this hour would be in the distant future. We never thought we would be thinking of Jordon as a memory. We all have different memories of Jordon. A common memory is that he was a jovial young man who loved sports, his family, and his car “Sophie”. Jordon enrolled in the Faculty of Science and Sport at the University of Technology, Jamaica, in August 2015. He was a 3rd year student majoring in Athletic Training. His love for sport was insurmountable, but his willingness to assist his classmates exceeded that passion. He was never late for classes even when he had just completed some strenuous training sessions. He represented himself and the faculty well through track & field and cricket. He had the most courageous strength and tenacity that every single individual who met him could feel while in his presence. He was a teammate, a brother, cousin, and friend to us all. We are indeed privileged to have known such an amazing and charismatic individual as Jordan. His strong values taught many the importance of tolerance towards one another, generosity and tolerance towards one another’s weaknesses. Jordan’s courage, determination, and sense of humor are traits we will always carry with us; we hope we can display those same characteristics. We are grateful for the brief time we spent with him. As we bid farewell to Jordon we say “Rest Peacefully and THANK YOU”!!
Herbert Thomas It is with mixed feelings that I write this tribute as we have been saddened by the departure of a brother, a friend and a true soldier. It is with joy and happiness however, that we celebrate a life that has filled this world with nothing but happiness and laughter. As we reminisce on the good memories that we have, we will move forward in a positive manner to honor the time that you graced this earth and spent with us. Jordon - we miss you bro.
Our Fast Food Ambassador Award for the Dennis Johnson Hall 2016-17 academic year goes to none other… than our very own Jordan “Scotty” Scott. For your unwavering support to UTECH, Ja.’s fine fast food establishments especially BURGER KING. Despite what the critics and faces said, you didn’t care. With the bag of BURGER KING in your hand, you smiled ever so brightly without any remorse. You smiled with the fries in your mouth and drinking your soda like God blessed you with a meal from a 5-star restaurant. There were days when you tried to cook, and we thanked God knowing that there were no gas stoves on the hall, which would mean no chance for a fire. Aside from being our astute Fast Food Ambassador, he was renowned for a voice like none other. You would wonder if he sang soprano in his home church’s choir. His voice was STRONG, LOUD, and very HIGH pitched; we were always aware when Scotty was back home. He never hid who he was with us as we were an extension of his family. His true colors radiated and endowed the hall with positive energy, fun and laughter that was contagious. To say that he was just a “jovial” person is an understatement. After a long day of training or school it was time to play dominoes, pawdi, cut-throat or french dominoes. Scotty would transform and “Scotty the joker” came alive as he tried not to get sap in one game. However, it did not stop with evening dominoes or trying to cook breakfast but transitioned to morning training sessions. Most athletes leave jokes aside and carry only a sense of focus onto the track; Scotty was different. He blended both traits in his psyche, knowing when to laugh and make jokes, and when to show his dedication and craft in what he owned to be his “art of distance” in the 400-800 meters. Scotty, your laughter, positive energy and lifestyle will forever be embedded in our hearts. The Dennis Johnson Hall lost a family member, the university lost a vibrant student and Jamaica lost an aspiring and budding athlete. The wounds of your early departure are still deep in our hearts, flowing with bitter-sweet emotions. Your life is like the strongest perfumes; the fragrance will never depart and will forever be remembered. However, we are assured that heaven welcomed our Fast Food Ambassador and astute high-pitched comedian with open arms. Smile on Scotty, as we smile with you now and forevermore, in heaven and earth. Maurice Colquhoun Resident Manager, Dennis Johnson Hall, UTech, Jamaica
ACHIEVEMENTS
Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire DECIDE! COMMIT! SUCCEED!
We pay tribute to the life of a young man who lived each day with laughter, spirit, compassion and heart. Jordon Scott had greatness imprinted in his genetic fibre and his greatness will transcend death and the grave because his legacy is love. The Rotarians of the Savanna-la-Mar Club have been associated with Jordon through his father Christopher who joined our service organization on July 7, 2013. We were kept abreast of his achievements through our family of Rotary segment at meetings and so we all loved Jordon from near and far; Rotarian Chris’ son is our son. We are his Aunts and Uncles and we truly care. We were and remain proud of his achievements. He held his head high and brought pride to not only his immediate family but to us as Rotarians. Today we say we loved Jordon in life and we will continue to do so. His smile and charm will forever be etched in our hearts and minds. He gave what he had, he did what he could and he touched our souls and filled our spirits with goodness, kindness and joy. Rotarian Christopher and your family please be assured that the Rotary family will always be here for you. You are forever a part of us, as we are a part of you. Jordon is ours. He came, he saw, he understood. He is now at rest in peace with perpetual light shining on his handsome face. The Rotary Club of Savanna-La-Mar
DEAR JORDON… CHRISTOPHER AND TAMIKA
As we write this tribute to you and your life’s journey, we are overcome with emotions of love, respect, and admiration for you. There is so much we have to say. It is easy to talk about you: your smile, that infectious and happy laugh of yours, the positivity that radiated from you, and the effortless charm and warmth that still surround you. You lived a life full of love and happiness - of that there can be no doubt. You taught us how to live in the moment, to make each moment count, and that above all family is the priority. You knew how much we loved you, and you knew how proud we were of you. We celebrated your tiniest victory and we revelled in your biggest wins. You taught us the meaning of unconditional love. You made us proud to call you, “MY SON.” We fondly recall yelling and screaming your name at the top of our lungs while the camera rolled each time you would cop medal after medal at your track meets. We beamed proudly and told everyone around us, “That’s MY SON.” You excelled in school, and you gained the respect of both your teachers and fellow students alike. Your coaches and teammates would always speak highly of you, and again, we would smile broadly and say, “That’s MY SON.” At your graduations we watched you with pride as you marched your way through the ceremonies. We marvelled at how quickly the years flew by and we laughed and cried when you left home for University. We flooded your phone daily with calls and messages. Oh, how we loved and continue to love you! We were in Kingston more often than we needed to be, and of course, we used every opportunity to check up on you. Some suggested that we should give you some space, but we reminded them - “That’s MY SON.” How did you do it, MY SON? How did you profoundly touch so many lives in only 21 years? We loved you then, we love you now, and we will love you always. We will forever be happy to call you, “MY SON.” Jordon Scott, we will never stop loving you. One sweet day we will meet again, “MY SON.”
MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER Jordan Clarke
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ordon Scott you were and will always be my brother. The brotherhood we shared was genuine and will forever live on in my heart. I am happy I had the privilege to share many of my most memorable and happy moments with you. It was Jordon and Jordan right through Manning’s days and after. We looked out for each other like we were blood. Whatever was going on you ensured I was a part of it. You were the closest to me by a long shot. I grew up in a single parent family so having Jordon as a friend that became like an immediate brother gave me the opportunity to feel what it’s like to have a sibling’s presence and love. Most of my teenage years I was with Jordon. During summer holidays I basically lived at his house. As soon as I went home he was like “bro when you coming back down?” and I was back on my way. We represented what true brotherhood is all about. The first day I went to Jordon’s house was after a Saturday class. That day he was like “bro daddy bought a lot of burger and fries. Do you want us to cook them?” Knowing how much I love food, every Saturday I was at his house after class making burgers and fries, compliments of the providers Mr. and Mrs. Scott. We played Mr. Scott’s stereo loudly every Saturday. We were having the times of our lives. One day we were at his house getting ready to attend a birthday party for one of our schoolmates. However, I messed up the shirt that I was supposed to be wearing. Guess what Jordon did? That boy gave me one of his shirts but that’s not the end of it. He was like “bro that shirt is not going to match the shoes you got but I know what will.” He went in his dad’s room and brought back a shoe. I asked him “Bro, isn’t this your dad’s shoes?” He was like “yes but me want you fi match, don’t worry daddy is not going to say anything.” Knowing how insistent Jordon was, I was in Negril Sands partying carefully in Mr. Scott’s shoes. The summer after we graduated we were walking on the school property about to leave for his house and he was behind me saying, “Bredda you fi always look out fi Karelle,” and I stopped and looked at him and said “Bro as much as you are my brother she is my sister so it’s mandatory.” That summer I left to finish high school overseas. Every day he asked when I was coming home. The night I texted him my itinerary he replied “Bro, I just spoke to daddy and he will be picking you up.” That touched me as I did not have a ride from the airport but his family is like mine based on the degree of love I feel from them all. Jordon, you supported me on my return when I explained how stressed I was that I lost all my scholarships to various universities. You helped me like a true brother. Spending that summer with you really helped me to escape all the disappointments and you kept giving me that strength that I was going to make a major comeback. Brother I appreciate you beyond what words can describe. The love I have for you is limitless. I can remember us sitting down making the conscious decision to remain humble and ensure we never follow but to remain true leaders. I know exactly what you wanted to attain and the image you intended to continuously display. I am exceedingly proud of you as I have told you so many times. It was an honor to be your listening ear and brother through your journey on this earth. My brother Jordon you had so much love to give and you gave it to all of us that were in your life. I love you and miss you dearly bro. I am going to hold it down just how you want it to be held down.
MY COUSIN… PARTNER IN CRIME LORI-ANN
A Lifetime of Love! Grief is just love with no place to go…
Grief never ends…But it changes. It’s a passage…not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith… It is the price of love.
SCOTT! SCOTTY! SCOTT DON! SCOTTIE PIPPIN! FOND MEMORIES BY KARELLE
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y brother was everything to me, my friend, my protector, and my motivator. He always wore a smile on his handsome face and always had a new joke or story to tell. I often reflect on how he loved spending time with me and always made our family his priority. Happy are the memories of our childhood, sweet and nostalgic were the teenage years with my brother by my side. The best of life I have seen with so much happiness is with you. I owe you. Dear Brother, I will be indebted to you always. There were never dull moments with a brother like Jordon and he was never too busy to give me a helping hand. Times are no more when he would stitch my uniform hems for me and adjust his khaki pants all on his own so they would fit just like he wanted them to. I fondly recall how Jordon would never put anything back in its original place when he used them. Needles and other items were always misplaced; when mommy asked (and knowing well that Jordon used them last), he would say he had not seen them but he was sure that I could find them. In our house he misplaced things and I found them. What a great speller Jordon was! In Jordon’s presence, we had to be mindful of our grammar. If we erred in our choice of words we would be teased for days, sometimes
for weeks, depending on how badly we abused the English Language. You see, my brother Jordon was very intelligent and always did well on given tasks and I so admired and respected his confidence. He reminded me often to believe in myself and my abilities. I can still hear his voice saying, “girl, if you listen to people you will never reach anywhere.” Jordon was a sports enthusiast and also loved quality time with Sophie (his car). He treated her well and she received a daily bath at 6:00 a.m. I believe Jordon would even bathe Sophie before he brushed his teeth. Eating was prohibited if you were allowed a ride in his precious Sophie, it didn’t matter how hungry you were. He would give you the eye and say “girl, you know better.” Sophie would have all the latest songs long before they were heard anywhere else. Jordon my brother, you will always be my guardian angel and I will always be your little sister. I promise you that I will continue to make you proud. I love you Jordon.
A CELEBRATION OF LIFE October 7, 2017 11:00 am Wesley Methodist Church 77 Great George Street Savanna-la-Mar, Westmoreland
Officiating Ministers Rev. Abasilum Smith Superintendent Minister Rev. Christine Gooden-Benguche District Secretary, Jamaica Dist
Musicians Dr. Doyley Organist Bro. Devon Malcolm-Brewster Organist
Bro. Hakika Richards Keyboard
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. The Lord is my strength, and He will make my feet like hinds’ feet, and He will make me to walk upon mine high places. (Habakkuk 3:18-19)
THE CELEBRATION Praise and Worship Opening Sentences Rev. Abasilum Smith Opening Hymn Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory Congregation Prayer Statement of Purpose Musical Tribute Avé Maria Sara-Dale Smith (cousin)
REFLECTIONS IGT Vinnette McIntyre & Errol McHayle (Dad’s colleagues) Mannings School Musical Tribute - Chorale University of Technology (UTECH) MVP Track Club Damian Russell Petersfield High School Musical Tribute Jamaica Post Musical Tribute Wesley Methodist Church Pastor Glazeter Leslie Memories of a brother Karelle Scott Special Selection The Holy City Kiffa Davis Remembrance Lori-Ann Smith (cousin) Precious Memories Multi-media Presentation Praise & Thanksgiving An Offering will be received in aid of Wesley Methodist Youth Fellowship and Jordon Scott Athlete Rehabilitation Fund
MINISTRY OF THE WORD Old Testament Job 19:23-27 Anthony Boyd (cousin) The Epistle Revelation 21:1-6 Keisha Palmer (aunt) Hymn How Great is our God Congregation Gospel Matthew 5:1-12 Sermon Rev. Christine Gooden- Benguche Apostles Creed Congregation Prayer for the Family Patrick Thompson (cousin-in-law) Thanksgiving & Commendation Rev. Abasilum Smith The Lord’s Prayer (to be sung) Congregation Closing Hymn Will Your Anchor Hold Congregation Benediction
SONGS OF PRAISE The Battle Hymn of the Republic
How Great Is Our God
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on.
The splendor of the king Clothed in majesty Let all the earth rejoice All the earth rejoice
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read His fiery gospel writ in rows of burnished steel! “As ye deal with my condemners, so with you My grace shall deal! Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, “ Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him; be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free! While God is marching on.
He wraps Himself in light, And darkness tries to hide And trembles at His voice Trembles at His voice How great is our God Sing with me How great is our God And all will see How great, how great is our God Age to age He stands And time is in His hands Beginning and the end Beginning and the end The Godhead Three in One Father, Spirit and Son The Lion and the Lamb The Lion and the Lamb How great is our God Sing with me How great is our God And all will see How great, how great is our God Jesus Name above all names You are worthy of all praise And my heart will sing How great is our God
SONG OF HOPE Will Your Anchor Hold Will your anchor hold in the storms of life, when the clouds unfold their wings of strife? When the strong tides lift, and the cables strain, will your anchor drift, or firm remain? Refrain We have an anchor that keeps the soul steadfast and sure while the billows roll; fastened to the Rock which cannot move, grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s love! Will your anchor hold in the straits of fear, when the breakers roar and the reef is near? While the surges rave, and the wild winds blow, shall the angry waves then your bark o’erflow? Will your anchor hold in the floods of death, when the waters cold chill your latest breath? On the rising tide you can never fail, while your anchor holds within the veil. Will your eyes behold through the morning light the city of gold and the harbour bright? Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore, when life’s storms are past for evermore?
If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable. But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept. (1 Corinthians 15:19-20)
THE RACE
This Was His Life
A great man may not be seen in the pages of history but they are always found in the hearts of the people they touched – Terry Mark Jordon Kristoff St. Michael Scott graced us with his presence on October 3, 1995. A chubby, bowlegged boy who kept us up at nights. A native of Savanna-la-Mar, Westmoreland, he was a proud graduate of Manning’s School in 2013 and an even prouder Deputy Head Boy leaving Petersfield High School in 2015. While attending Manning’s his track and field skills were honed through the nurture and dedication of “di boss” Mr. Hughes and he represented the school and parish at various levels; his strengths being the relays, 200M & 400M. His passion and ambition lead him to journey to Petersfield High School for his two 6th Form years, where he not only excelled in athletics but his cool, calm confidence, and leadership qualities earned him the Deputy Head Boy position. Not one to waste any time, he entered University of Technology in September 2015 to pursue his degree in Sports Science and immediately found himself among ‘family’ in the MVP Track Club & Utech Track Team. He had the opportunity once again to represent his school and country. His medals from his Sports Days, Western Championships, National Championships, Methodist District Sports Day, Sandals Group Sports and the Penn Relays are testament to the dedication and achievements of this great young man. He was an English scholar, a music lover, a ‘techie’, a car enthusiast, a passionate photographer and an aspiring Coach/Psychotherapist. Jordon’s life would seem too short to many. However, those who were touched by him understand that the quality of a man’s life far exceeds the quantity of time he lives. His photogenic smile and infectious laughter could melt the hearts of those around him even if he never spoke a word. Jordon stole our hearts even before we had the chance to give it to him. Jordon was endowed with the gift of motivation and had the
endurance and perseverance of an adult way before his time; this allowed him to overcome many obstacles that came his way. He firmly believed that if you wanted to achieve greatness just stop asking for permission. Just work hard. Be great. Do what you love and stay humble – Richard Housham. With Jordon’s passing we are comforted by how he lived and are reminded that his life is one to be celebrated. We will miss the smiles, the laughter, the mimics and mischiefs, the blaring music, the everpresent “Sophie” but the wonderful memories will remain in our hearts forever. He is survived by his devoted and loving father and step-mother, Chris and Tamika, mother – Karen, his sweet over-protective sister, Karelle, younger sister, Kaylein, peas-in-a-pod/partner in crime/secretkeeper cousin, Lori-Ann, young advisor/cousin - Sara, beloved grand-aunt – Auntie Merle, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, brother from another mother – Jordan Boothe, sister/friend/teammate – Jelly, dear friend – Alana, dorm mates, classmates, teammates, coaches and a host of friends & well-wishers. Jordon touched our hearts in ways we can never erase. Forever in our hearts
Life is about finishing the race. I never lose. I only run out of laps, gas, or time.
THE ACCOLADES YOU WERE THE BROTHER I NEVER HAD Janieve Russell
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write this with great sadness over the unimaginable loss of a close friend who I saw as a brother. Yours was the shoulder I could always cry on, where I got comfort, and the person with the best solutions to my problems. You were so young but yet so knowledgeable. Although I am older and should be stronger you displayed all these qualities with no fear. You were courageous, kind, loving, and always jovial.
My memories are clear of you; it’s like you are still here. What I am going to miss of what we shared is a long list that looks like this: • I’m going to miss you looking out for me at my hurdles session screaming “Go jelly fish” and when I’m finished we would share our inside jokes by you calling me gummy, and I call you trigger head, and you would say with a bright smile “Ok, you win”. • I’m going to miss you here when we have a hard training session as you would be the one to get up and say “come on man, one more set”. • I’m going to miss seeing you on a Saturday, or texting you to ask “How the race go, what do you think you did wrong?” Then we would come up with a plan to better it next time you or I have a race.
• I’m going to miss cursing you saying “Jordon, come down a little extra early so you can warm up properly, you so mawga”. • I’m going to miss you saying “jelly fish you nah cook?” or, “you can’t fry some dumpling”?
I have so much to say…
I wish I had the chance to tell you how much I appreciate you and how thankful I am to have you as a friend. Although you already know, it would have been nice to remind you. But, I am glad you are in a better place watching over your family and close friends from a higher height. You did your best here on earth guiding them all, especially your little sister and cousin who you love so dearly. Jordon, I’m going to miss our late night conversations about how much your father, mother, sister, and cousin meant to you: and how I always barged in when you were face-timing them. Memories like these I’m going to cherish forever. Thank you for being my friend; thank you for being one of my biggest supporters, but most of all I thank God for allowing you to touch the lives of many people you met in university. Now, be the best angel you can be.
Wonderful Peace
Peace, peace, wonderful peace, Coming down from the Father above! Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray In fathomless billows of love! Ah soul, are you here without comfort and rest, Marching down the rough pathway of time? Make Jesus your friend ere the shadows grow dark; Oh, accept this sweet peace so sublime!
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THE SANDALS/RED LANE SPA FAMILY When Tamika and Christopher met, she became not only a wife, but a mother to two young children, Jordon and Karelle. Just as they became a family, so too did they become a part of the Sandals/Red Lane Spa family. Jordon was like any other boy growing up. He certainly knew how to keep his parents on their feet. He also knew how to charm his way out of trouble. Tamika would always say that no matter how angry she was, one hug and an “I love you” from him would immediately melt her heart. Years passed, and Jordon grew into a wonderful and charismatic young man. He possessed all the qualities that parents hope to see instilled in their children; he was respectful and loving and excelled academically. He was a great role model for Karelle. He also had a great passion for track and field and was quite the athlete. This is in fact what brought him even closer to the Sandals/Red Lane Spa family. He looked forward to participating in our annual Sports Day and showing his prowess on the field. He always won his races, and made it look so effortless. Tamika would brag, “That’s my athlete son!”
Being the loving son that he was, he missed no opportunity to dote on Tamika. He ensured that Mother’s Day and birthdays were extra special. Breakfast in bed and gifts were the order of the day! He fully intended to give his parents a life fit for a king and queen once he actualized his dream of becoming a professional athlete. He would tell his father that the moment he went pro he would have him quit his job. He would go on to say, “Mommy, all yuh…a jus’ hotel yuh ago live inna.” The Sandals/Red Lane Spa family is happy to have had the opportunity to run this journey called life with Jordon. We are saddened at how early he crossed the finish line, but Tamika, Chris, and Karelle, please know that we are here for you if ever you need us.
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Jordan Kristoff St. Michael Scott Given to us for a lifetime we thought Taken from us after one score and one Gone too soon has captured our thoughts... All that encompass us now are the questions ‘why’ But the Lord has taught us to not question him too much As he always has a better plan for us, we just don’t know how much Gone too soon from our lives…. Gone too soon is your contagious laughter, your capturing spirit Gone too soon is your kind heartedness, your selflessness, and warm nature…. Forever with us will be all the precious memories The unforgettable moments, your jovial spirt as you rest with our father… Jordan Kristoff St. Michael Scott You’ve been a wonderful son, brother, nephew and friend in the time we were blessed with your presence We thank God for the precious treasures we have of you that will forever remain in our hearts We will walk with the father and do our best to not let our tears put out your candle as you continue your journey Rest in Peace our Love…Though your sunset has faded, you will continue to be a bright shiny star sparkling in our lives…. Vinette McIntyre on behalf of the IGT Family
Sophie
“I Jordon take you Sophie…Till death do us part”
Taking care of ‘babe’
STUNNING BEAUTY!
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t is a privilege to pay tribute to a very special person. Scotty and I met two years ago when he came to UTech and started training with MVP. We became friends instantly as we had the same mutual friends at training. The connection was instant; I love to laugh and he loved to laugh, and our personalities were so alike that it was only inevitable.
In the two years I knew him, I can honestly say that there were never any bad times. He was a fun, jovial guy who always saw the positive in every situation. The kind of friend you know you’ll have for a lifetime. Whenever I made a joke, he would be the first person to start laughing. If I never thought I was funny before, Scotty definitely made me feel like I was Kevin Hart Jr. And he had a very distinct laugh, one that was so infectious you would laugh along with him without knowing what the joke was. My fondest memories with Scotty are the times we spent playing dominoes at track house. Every bit of free time I had from training I’d be there hanging out with Scotty, Franky, and a few other guys playing dominoes. Franky was his ‘paadi’ - he came to UTech a year after Scotty and the two of them made for a very comical pairing. When Scotty and Franky used to beg a ‘one game’, if you ever “mek dem drop ONE six pon you, dem drop it fast and get up so nobody could give them back a six”. ‘Game done’! and Scotty was out of plain sight: you could hear his laugh echoing as he walked away rejoicing about his win. I remember Scotty not only as a comic, but as a genuine, helpful friend. Whenever I drove to track house and there was an issue with my car headlights, Scotty would be the first person to see it and say, “Fortay, wah happen to your right fog lamp”? He was a car enthusiast, so if something on my car needed fixing, he was the first person to offer to fix it. He wanted nothing in return, he just always wanted to know that the people he loved were taken care of. He remained that way throughout our entire friendship – thoughtful, willing, and selfless. I remember stopping by Utech for a quick visit in September as I was leaving for New York. Everybody was outside of track house except Scotty. When I was about to leave I asked for him and was told he was inside. I was in a rush, so I said, “Alright I’ll link him when I get back to Jamaica.” Unfortunately, that never happened because he passed away the day I was scheduled to return. To say this has not been eating away at my heart would be a monstrous lie. However, I find peace in knowing that the last moments of his life were spent having fun and that God has a plan for him. While it is very hard to say goodbye, we need to remember that he touched many people’s lives positively. I’m happy that our two years were filled with joy and laughter and I know that he’s in heaven smiling and laughing with God. Scotty left the world a better place than when he found it and for that I’m sure we are all very grateful. Scotty – we miss you, and we will forever remember you fondly!
Julian Forte
BROKENNESS ALANA PENNANT
I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new, I thought of you yesterday and the days before that too. I sit here and ponder how much I would like to talk with you today, There are so many things that we didn’t get to say. They say there is a reason, they say time will heal, But neither time nor reason will change the way I feel. For no-one knows the heartache that hides behind my smile, No-one knows how many times I have cried. I got lost in your eyes, I was dazed by your wide smile, There was never a dull moment, you had the heart of a child. Without you here, it is hard to breathe, Without you I feel empty, I can’t help but seethe. I still remember how highly you spoke of Sophie, She had a special place in your heart that no one could take, not even me. I really miss you, Frankie, Karelle, Sara and Brando too, Not to mention Lori and Calf, who have been keeping things together for you. Everything went great, everything seemed perfect, Till you went out late and my entire life wrecked. You had so much to live for, you had so much to do, It still seemed impossible that God was taking you. The moment that you left me, my heart was split in two, One side was filled with memories, the other died with you. It is difficult, at best, to attempt to honor you in words, As I would fall short of capturing God’s precious work. When I think of you my eyes rain, I really hope you weren’t in that much pain. Loosing you was my greatest fear, I love you, I miss you, I really wish you were here.
AT THE GRAVESIDE COMMITTAL HYMNS The Lord’s My Shepherd (The Happy Wanderer tune) When We All Get to Heaven CHORUSES It’s Alright Some Sweet Day ‘Twill soon be done Meet me by the River We Shall Have a Grand Time I Love that Man from Galilee I’m Gonna Lay Down my Burden BENEDICTION
PALL BEARERS CHURCH TO HEARSE
HEARSE TO GRAVESIDE
Gary Mattis Ronald Levy Shawnterry Manboard Waquar Levy Herbert Thomas Devon Spencer
Christopher Scott (Father) Paul Samuels (Cousin) Michael Wiggan (Cousin) Mark Jones (Cousin-in-Law) Basil Tomlinson (Uncle) Tevaughn Forrest (Friend)
MVP Track Club
Interment
West Palm Memorial Gardens Dalling Street, Savanna-la-Mar
Family
THANK YOU We would like to acknowledge the support and contribution of all who have come alongside us during this extremely difficult time. Your visits, calls, cards, contributions, prayers, and various expressions of love and condolence have undergirded us. When we thought we could not stand…you were the wind beneath our wings. We love and appreciate you. We would like to make special mention of the following organizations: Honeyghan’s Funeral Services Wesley Methodist Church Rotary Club of Savannalamar Lorna’s Catering Services Jamaica Constabulary Force Tents & Events University of Technology MVP Track Club IGT Pentecostal Tabernacle Intl. Inc., Miami, FL Thank you for all that you do. Continue to pray for us as we take this journey. You’re my brother, you’re my sister, so take me by the hand… The Scott Family
Professional Services
Honeyghan’s Funeral Services 104 Dalling Street Savanna-La-Mar, Westmoreland
Repast
Please join the family under the Fellowship Tent immediately following the interment 104 Dalling Street Savanna-La-Mar, Westmoreland Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed. I Corinthians 15:51
THE FINISH LINE
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing. (2 Timothy 4:7-8)