Scott James Hart

Scott James Hart

April 26, 1979 – July 5, 2017

What can be said about this character, am I right? And most of what can be said is definitely not obituary material. But that suits Scott’s character to a T, because he wasn’t the type that cared much for the hum drum type of writing that is found in these things. Scott Hart was passionate. He had a love for movies and music that developed at an early age and grew stronger with the setting of each passing sun. Scott loved everyone he met, but always did what he pleased, and everyone he met loved him. Scott had the ability to make people feel comfort and ease whenever he was around. It has been said that Scott could make friends with a cardboard box, which I’m not sure how much time he spent with boxes, so I can’t attest to the accuracy of the statement. But, I do know for certain he made a great impact on the hearts and minds of people across this whole nation and beyond. One’s social status, occupation, lot in life, age, sex, gender, race, color, creed, country of origin, none of that mattered to Scott. He had the ability to selflessly put himself aside to hear the stories of another.

After graduating from Dickinson College, Scott chased his dream across the country to L.A., Los Angeles, California, LA-LA Land. This is the type of place that can consume the soul of a kind and generous native Pennsylvania man, fresh faced and eager to turn dreams in to reality. There were many experiences that would have sent other young boys packing for home. One of his first places was in Compton, like legitimate Compton, not Compton adjacent. He made it not because he was physically strong or necessarily street smart. He made it because he was Scott Hart. This is the guy whose mugger would end up hugging him and apologizing.

His passion for movies and music and writing could only be overshadowed by his love of friends and family. His mother Sandy Hart, who welcomed him in to the hereafter with open arms, instilled in him a love of the Chicago Cubs. He made a trip with his sister, April, to Chicago last fall, to miraculously find tickets last minute, to catch Game 3 of the world series. This trip was not made just to catch a historical game of his favorite team, the purpose of this trip was due to a pact that he and April made to each other to take some of Sandy’s ashes to leave at Wrigley, as a tribute to their mom.

Scott loved his sister April very much. They were each other’s first best friends. This love never dwindled, just evolved. Scott loved his family and friends that he left behind too soon. Just because he didn’t call often or reach out a great deal didn’t mean he didn’t have a deep love for all of them. I mean who calls their family enough, right? And these things are only supposed to be about the good stuff.

Scott fell in love while living on the golden coast. Erin Hart is his wife. He loves her. They shared a love that was intense and ardent. Through this love a son was called to earth. Kelson James Hart is his name. He is 4 years old. I know for certain that Kelson is and will always be one of Scott’s greatest loves. He has a deep and wholehearted love for Kelson that I have only witnessed once before. It’s the love I saw Sandy Hart give to her kids, the type of unconditional, I’ll always be there for you, but for real type of love.

That’s the type of love Scott Hart shared with the world. The non-judgmental, along for the ride type of love that touches the very depth of one’s heart.

So now what do we do? How does one go about filling a deep void? WWSD? What would Scott do? Watch some films or great TV. Listen to some Radiohead. Hug your son and never let go. Do whatever you want, because that’s what Scott Hart would do.

Most people do some type of donation to some sort of organization or another. Scott had type 1 Diabetes for pretty much his whole life, donate to JDRF. Scott loved animals, especially a dog named Ginger Pie Pants Hart, who was waiting with Sandy, to see her friend again. So adopt one or donate to a local shelter. Make a random friend, because it will brighten two lives with one deed, that’s what Scott would do.

A memorial is being planned for August in the Williamsport area.

Submitted by Erin and April Hart.