Scot A. Jensen (1975 - 2005)
Scot Jensen was born August 30, 1975.
A returned LDS missionary, Scot flew the rainbow flag at his home. He was known for his huge heart that had enough room to fit the entire world in it. He was a compassionate and caring individual, who was a true gift to know. He had a laugh that will never be forgotten and a smile to match. He was a great friend to everyone and deeply loved his family and friends. He was a loving brother and will be sorely missed by each of his nieces and nephews, whom he spoiled rotten every chance he had. He was taken from us far too soon, but we all take comfort knowing he has moved on to a better place, where he can be at peace with himself and watch over and protect his loved ones.
Scot was the fifth child, the youngest brother of six children. He committed suicide on June 6, 2005 at the age of 29. He is survived by his parents, sisters, brothers, 14 nieces and nephews, one great-niece, and countless friends.
Funeral services were held June 11, 2005 at Larkin Sunset Gardens Mortuary in Sandy, Utah.
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Tribute by Patricia
Scotty was a missionary in France, where I live. He had a nice smile and a beautiful personality. He was so sweet. I loved his laugh. He was so funny and so "cuddly"--like a teddy bear. He was always ready to help you.
I have many good memories of the good times we shared. He was at my home for Christmas and for New Year's Eve, and his companion was sick. I remember how we cried when he left for a new town. He loved Alanis Morisette (I bought him her last CD) and Elie Kakou.
In August 1997, we celebrated his birthday and mine together. It was the last time I saw him. He was a good missionary and a nice companion. My children loved him, too. The last time I hear from him was in 2004, when he called me and gave me his email address. But my whole life was a real mess at that time, my husband was leaving me and I lost his address when I moved on.
For his birthday I gave him a book by the French writer Antoine de Saint-Exupéry—Le petit prince (The Little Prince). I wrote something for him on it—a quote of the book about friendship taken from the dialogue between the Little Prince and the fox.
I have a lot of gay friends and when I met him as a missionary I thought he too was gay, but I never talked to him about it. Now I'm so sorry I didn't.
When I read about his passing, I was heartbroken, and cried so much I couldn't even see the keyboard. He was loved and cherished by our family and I'll always have a special place in my heart for him.
Scot Jensen was born August 30, 1975.
A returned LDS missionary, Scot flew the rainbow flag at his home. He was known for his huge heart that had enough room to fit the entire world in it. He was a compassionate and caring individual, who was a true gift to know. He had a laugh that will never be forgotten and a smile to match. He was a great friend to everyone and deeply loved his family and friends. He was a loving brother and will be sorely missed by each of his nieces and nephews, whom he spoiled rotten every chance he had. He was taken from us far too soon, but we all take comfort knowing he has moved on to a better place, where he can be at peace with himself and watch over and protect his loved ones.
Scot was the fifth child, the youngest brother of six children. He committed suicide on June 6, 2005 at the age of 29. He is survived by his parents, sisters, brothers, 14 nieces and nephews, one great-niece, and countless friends.
Funeral services were held June 11, 2005 at Larkin Sunset Gardens Mortuary in Sandy, Utah.
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Tribute by Patricia
Scotty was a missionary in France, where I live. He had a nice smile and a beautiful personality. He was so sweet. I loved his laugh. He was so funny and so "cuddly"--like a teddy bear. He was always ready to help you.
I have many good memories of the good times we shared. He was at my home for Christmas and for New Year's Eve, and his companion was sick. I remember how we cried when he left for a new town. He loved Alanis Morisette (I bought him her last CD) and Elie Kakou.
In August 1997, we celebrated his birthday and mine together. It was the last time I saw him. He was a good missionary and a nice companion. My children loved him, too. The last time I hear from him was in 2004, when he called me and gave me his email address. But my whole life was a real mess at that time, my husband was leaving me and I lost his address when I moved on.
For his birthday I gave him a book by the French writer Antoine de Saint-Exupéry—Le petit prince (The Little Prince). I wrote something for him on it—a quote of the book about friendship taken from the dialogue between the Little Prince and the fox.
I have a lot of gay friends and when I met him as a missionary I thought he too was gay, but I never talked to him about it. Now I'm so sorry I didn't.
When I read about his passing, I was heartbroken, and cried so much I couldn't even see the keyboard. He was loved and cherished by our family and I'll always have a special place in my heart for him.
Scot A. Jensen (1975 - 2005)
Scot Jensen was born August 30, 1975.
A returned LDS missionary, Scot flew the rainbow flag at his home. He was known for his huge heart that had enough room to fit the entire world in it. He was a compassionate and caring individual, who was a true gift to know. He had a laugh that will never be forgotten and a smile to match. He was a great friend to everyone and deeply loved his family and friends. He was a loving brother and will be sorely missed by each of his nieces and nephews, whom he spoiled rotten every chance he had. He was taken from us far too soon, but we all take comfort knowing he has moved on to a better place, where he can be at peace with himself and watch over and protect his loved ones.
Scot was the fifth child, the youngest brother of six children. He committed suicide on June 6, 2005 at the age of 29. He is survived by his parents, sisters, brothers, 14 nieces and nephews, one great-niece, and countless friends.
Funeral services were held June 11, 2005 at Larkin Sunset Gardens Mortuary in Sandy, Utah.
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Tribute by Patricia
Scotty was a missionary in France, where I live. He had a nice smile and a beautiful personality. He was so sweet. I loved his laugh. He was so funny and so "cuddly"--like a teddy bear. He was always ready to help you.
I have many good memories of the good times we shared. He was at my home for Christmas and for New Year's Eve, and his companion was sick. I remember how we cried when he left for a new town. He loved Alanis Morisette (I bought him her last CD) and Elie Kakou.
In August 1997, we celebrated his birthday and mine together. It was the last time I saw him. He was a good missionary and a nice companion. My children loved him, too. The last time I hear from him was in 2004, when he called me and gave me his email address. But my whole life was a real mess at that time, my husband was leaving me and I lost his address when I moved on.
For his birthday I gave him a book by the French writer Antoine de Saint-Exupéry—Le petit prince (The Little Prince). I wrote something for him on it—a quote of the book about friendship taken from the dialogue between the Little Prince and the fox.
I have a lot of gay friends and when I met him as a missionary I thought he too was gay, but I never talked to him about it. Now I'm so sorry I didn't.
When I read about his passing, I was heartbroken, and cried so much I couldn't even see the keyboard. He was loved and cherished by our family and I'll always have a special place in my heart for him.
Scot Jensen was born August 30, 1975.
A returned LDS missionary, Scot flew the rainbow flag at his home. He was known for his huge heart that had enough room to fit the entire world in it. He was a compassionate and caring individual, who was a true gift to know. He had a laugh that will never be forgotten and a smile to match. He was a great friend to everyone and deeply loved his family and friends. He was a loving brother and will be sorely missed by each of his nieces and nephews, whom he spoiled rotten every chance he had. He was taken from us far too soon, but we all take comfort knowing he has moved on to a better place, where he can be at peace with himself and watch over and protect his loved ones.
Scot was the fifth child, the youngest brother of six children. He committed suicide on June 6, 2005 at the age of 29. He is survived by his parents, sisters, brothers, 14 nieces and nephews, one great-niece, and countless friends.
Funeral services were held June 11, 2005 at Larkin Sunset Gardens Mortuary in Sandy, Utah.
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Tribute by Patricia
Scotty was a missionary in France, where I live. He had a nice smile and a beautiful personality. He was so sweet. I loved his laugh. He was so funny and so "cuddly"--like a teddy bear. He was always ready to help you.
I have many good memories of the good times we shared. He was at my home for Christmas and for New Year's Eve, and his companion was sick. I remember how we cried when he left for a new town. He loved Alanis Morisette (I bought him her last CD) and Elie Kakou.
In August 1997, we celebrated his birthday and mine together. It was the last time I saw him. He was a good missionary and a nice companion. My children loved him, too. The last time I hear from him was in 2004, when he called me and gave me his email address. But my whole life was a real mess at that time, my husband was leaving me and I lost his address when I moved on.
For his birthday I gave him a book by the French writer Antoine de Saint-Exupéry—Le petit prince (The Little Prince). I wrote something for him on it—a quote of the book about friendship taken from the dialogue between the Little Prince and the fox.
I have a lot of gay friends and when I met him as a missionary I thought he too was gay, but I never talked to him about it. Now I'm so sorry I didn't.
When I read about his passing, I was heartbroken, and cried so much I couldn't even see the keyboard. He was loved and cherished by our family and I'll always have a special place in my heart for him.
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