I lost a good friend last week. He was too young and gone too soon. I had met Scott Lucca a couple of months after I got back to Connecticut from Miami. Scott was a gentleman: a gentle soul with a cuddly nature. You couldn’t help but want to reach out and snuggle with him. He got me one of my favorite jobs: a hospitality position with Toad’s Place. In the Spring of 2011, I was working pretty regularly and got close to Scotty. I began calling him Scott Lucca-Brosi because I was obsessed with the movie, The Godfather. Scotty always knew when I was around because he would hear that name and know it was me. He was always there to share a kind word and to pick my chin up if I happened to be down.
Scotty reintroduced me to New Haven. He took me under his wing. I had been gone for 5 years and felt out of place. He made sure I belonged. He was always there to share a kind word or pick my chin up anytime it was down. Even when he was in pain, you wouldn’t know it unless you asked – and then you pressed. You always had to press because he never complained. At least to not to me. All we did was hug each other and laugh. I don’t know what happened – and I’m not sure I want to. It doesn’t really matter. He’s gone.
Before I left for Arizona we texted that we would see each other soon. I was supposed to be home this weekend for my cousin’s wedding but I changed plans. I needed to buy a car and the money that was allotted for my ticket went into doing just that. I named my car Scotty in tribute. It sounds pretentious and lame but I don’t know what else to do. I’m so far away from New Haven and feel disconnected. New Haven get into your blood. It becomes your family. No matter how far or close to home you are – we all stand together in spirit when someone we know and love dies. I’ve moved around a lot and can tell say without a doubt that New Haven is one of the few places that still value loyalty and friendship. In a world where everyone seems to be running in their own direction, people in my hood meld together when times get tough. They hold tributes, write songs and toast to the celebration of a beautiful life.
Tomorrow, October 23 2012 will be Scott’s Memorial Service. I will be there in spirit. To everyone who loved and knew him, my deepest, heartfelt condolences. I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to know and love him. I called my mom after I learned about his death, she told me that when people die old, they are sometime forgotten because they lived their life and had their time; however when people die young, they are always remembered. There’s a certain comfort in that idea.
Thank you Scott for being my friend. I will carry your memory with me always.