Gooodbye, Brother. I'll See You Later
My friend, Dr. A. Scottedward Hodel, died late last night. Scotte fought a valiant and inspiring battle with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, but ultimately, his earthly suit gave in to the ravages of the disease.
One thing that didn't, though, was his spirit. And his humor. As late as 10 days ago, he sent out his weekly update on his condition. As usual, it was laced with his sense of humor, sometimes self-effacing. An example of that was his remark after recounting being around another person who wanted to dominate all the conversations:
"It's really frustrating to see my faults in other people. In order to avoid responding in kind, I slept most of the day yesterday. Mmmm."
Scotte and I were mostly internet friends; we'd stumbled across each other, commenting on Wade Burleson's (and others') blogs, and eventually got to emailing. He'd been particularly communicative since I contracted prostate cancer about 8 months ago. And he also emailed his "News From Auburn", about once a week.
I did get the chance to meet him, twice, when he was in the local Hope House, a residential facility for out-of-towners taking treatment here in Birmingham. I went one day and just spent a couple hours sitting and talking to Scotte and Viva; then I went back the next day, just to pray over him. I think things like that are worth a special trip, and apparently he thought so, too, judging by a comment he made on another blog shortly thereafter.
Another example, I suppose, of Scotte's "in-your-face" spirit is the fact that he's willed his earthly remains to UAB for their use in medical research.
I'd say his body may have been way out of whack, of late, but his head was most assuredly on straight.
The following is an Acrostic poem I wrote in Scotte's memory. If you'll note, the first letters of each line spell out his name; the poem is, thus, uniquely Scotte's.
ALL THE MORE WHOLE
Scott carved out a niche in our hearts and moved in
Cancer came with him, and though it may win
One battle, the war has already been won
The next voice he heard surely being “Well Done”
The travails of this life have been left far behind
Even though we on this earth may now find
Hearts full of pain .. but yet with a measure
Of knowing, though gone, that he still is our treasure
Days filled with pain could not conquer his soul
Encouraging, depending on Jesus’ control
Loving, yet leaving us, all the more whole.
Scotte: I'll see you later, friend.