Scott Andrew Libby

Curt and I have known Scott and his family since he was a small boy.  They would frequently visit the greenhouse in the spring and Scott clearly
wanted to be a part of it.  After his dad passed away, he began spending more and more time with us and asking when he could have a 'real job'
in the greenhouse.  It was very difficult for him to wait until he was old enough for a worker's permit but he finally reached that age and so began
a wonderful partnership. We never thought of Scott as as an employee because he was so much more.  He was a wonderful help to us, and although he was, like a typical teenager, frequently the last to arrive in the morning, he was always the last to leave at the end of the day, and we often had to tell him it was time to go home.  He had an innate love of all growing things and couldn't wait to start his own little greenhouse, which he eventually was able to do and to start his own landscaping business.  Everyone who came to the greenhouse loved Scott and would ask, "who is that nice young man?"  He was helpful, knowledgeable, courteous and friendly and many of our customers came to rely on his advice and expertise and would hire Scott to do their landscaping. We would like to think that we helped nurture his love of plants and all things green and that nurturing helped him to be the kind, generous, thoughtful young man he turned out to be.  We were certainly blessed that Scott was part of our "greenhouse family".

Scott Libby was a 7th grader when I met him, and I was an 8th grader. We met at a grief group for children who had suffered tragic loss in their lives. Scott had lost his dad and I had lost my uncle to suicide. Scott was a tall, skinny guy with a tye-died Grateful Dead t-shirt and baggy jeans. Scott and I became friends from going to this group twice a week. It was easy to be friends with someone like him. Over time, I developed a crush on Scott. It may seem kinda funny to people now-a-days, knowing who Scott was today, but it happened. Leave it up to those teen days. Good times good times. My cousin Jasmin would sneak notes into Scott’s locker and I would send him those stupid Christmas candy canes that the student council had every year. Scott finally gave Jasmin his number to give to me, and the combination to his locker. LOL! Stupid teen crushes. I mighta been slightly obsessed. He never said that though. I called Scott the night he gave me that number, and from there….an amazing friendship developed. We talked on the phone for hours…and I mean hours. We fell asleep on the phone with eachother, and yes, he would then say that we, “slept together,” as a joke. I am not sure his mom thought the same with the high phone bills that followed from those nights. However, she changed her phone plan so that Scott could call me whenever he wanted. Gotta love Mom Libby.
Scott and I have so many memories. I tried many times to be Scott’s girlfriend, and he was always afraid it would ruin what we had. I am not sure why he chose this night, but on the night of my big Halloween Bash, Scott called to make sure I was having a good time. He asked what I chose for my costume. I was a Bobby Soxers. After that, Scott asked me to be his girlfriend. I think I was more shocked than anything, but he insisted that it was what he wanted. I was Scott Libby’s first and only girlfriend.  We went to the fairs together, where he won me countless stuffed animals. A huge stuffed tiger was one of them, and my personal favorite. I will never forget that night. That was the night that Scott Libby kissed me for the first time. Kinda makes me laugh now. We went to the movies to see, “James and the Giant Peach” together. On that particular night, I swear I saw steam coming out of Mom Libby’s head. She was fuming. Scott, Josh, me, and Mom Libby went out to Pizza Hut. While we were there, Scott thought it would be fun to put straws up his nose. He was laughing so hard that he sprayed his mother and all of us with Pepsi. Mom Libby was not impressed. I think she even called him Scott Andrew Libby that night. For Valentine’s Day, Scott sent me the most beautiful white roses. He also came over to my house and delivered a necklace, some Wind Song perfume(I still have it), and three glass hearts. Scott always told me that he loved me. I am never going to question that, however I am sure it was as more like a best friend than anything. Still, I will never forget that he said those words to me every day for almost a year and even after we broke up. Scott was just a genuine loving soul.
Even though Scott and I lost contact in the end of our high school years, I always considered him a friend. When we found eachother on MySpace, Scott’s first comment to me was that I was his best girlfriend and that he missed me. I sent him a comment back saying that I was his only girlfriend and that I missed him too. LOL. Funny…