I was so saddened the other day to hear about the sudden passing of my old friend Scott Rogowski.
Scott and I were roommates in the late 90's when we were both living in San Francisco. He was a good friend, full of life, willing to do anything for you. The story I will never forgot, which to me encapsulates Scott so completely took place December 1998. I was 8 months pregnant with Zachary. Scott and I were both planning on being out of town for Christmas so we did not bother with a tree or decorations. I unexpectedly went into labor with Zach 1 month early, 1 week before Christmas. When I came home from the hospital a few days later, Scott had decorated the house, including a huge tree so we could have it to enjoy on Christmas.
I will never forget you Scotty. Rest in peace my friend.