"I love you Dad! I miss you!"
In loving memory of
Scott Sherk
March 22, 1940 - March 15, 2008
Scott W. Sherk, 67, of Webster City, died Saturday, March 15, 2008, at the Israel Hospice House at Ames. A Memorial service will be held
at 11:00 a.m. Friday at the Missionary Alliance Church at Blairsburg. Private burial will be held prior to the service in the Graceland Cemetery. Visitation will be at the Foster Funeral and Cremation Center from 5:00
p.m. to 7:00 p.m. Thursday. Military rites will be conducted by American
Legion Post # 191 of Webster City.
Scott Williams Sherk, son of Joseph and Ann Williams Sherk, was born March 22, 1940 at Saginaw, Michigan. He received his education at Midland, MI and attended Michigan State and the Fishback School of
Photography in California. He served in the U.S. Navy for a short time and spent considerable time traveling various here and abroad. On
November 20, 1976, he married Paula Kay Eslick at the Missionary Alliance Church in Blairsburg. The couple resided at Webster City
were he had been employed with Marv Carpenter Construction, Hamilton Hospital and was self-employed, operating a lawn care business. He retired because of failing health.
Scott is survived by his wife, Paula; daughters and son-in-law,Kristin Jo Sherk of Los Angeles, CA; Melissa and Jeremy McVicker of Webster City; grandchildren, Lane and Laci McVicker; sister,Sandra Chadwick of Weaverville, CA; several nieces and nephews
and granddog, Maguy.
He was preceded in death by his parents. He was a member of the Missionary Alliance Church and the
Audubon Society. His enjoyments included his grandchildren, the
outdoors, animals, landscaping, gardening and football.
Tributes
"6 months and 1 day...man, this bites."
"Hey dad-I really miss you today. You're awesome. I know you're happy. Maguy says hi. It's just not the same with you gone.
Yeah I did write a song about you. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!"
"Scott - I really miss you a lot. I'll always love you."
"Dang Dad...do you have internet connection up there so you can read this? hahaha. Not that you'd use it anyway. I miss you a lot today. Wish I could just talk to you."
"i never knew scott personally, but i knew his daughter, kj, and her great love for him. i learned more about God through kj's stories of her father admittedly than i did about her earthly father, perhaps because the two were always so inextricably linked by kj's prayerful petitions. it was an honor to pray for him and a pleasure to hear kj's testimony of God's abundant grace, even in the face of great adversity. God is good, thank you kj."
"Celebrating Uncle Scott is easy. Uncle Scott was inspirational with his abundant, youthful and exuberant energy. The man was riding bicycles around more parts of this country and over mountain passes way before it was fashionable or popular! He was constantly on the go either doing what he was passionate about at the time or looking for something new. Uncle Scott's favorite word was "YES". I will always remember that and he said it all the time. I think he liked the word because he was open to new things, new ideas and most of all new possibilities. Uncle Scott indulged in the best of things... Learning, nature, exercise, loving and life. He knew that saying "No" would not get him anywhere. "Yes" was a much better choice. Have you ever received a card from Uncle Scott? You know, a birthday card or Christmas card. You knew right away that it was from him by the style, care and detail he put into writing something on the card. He put big letters, bold letters, small letters, letters with style. He wanted you to know that he cared. And care he did. Uncle Scott inspired me, and he still inspires me to be open to new possibilities, energetic to chase ideas and to pursue love and life to it's fullest."
"Happy Birthday, Dad. Hope you're first one in the sky includes gallons of ice cream and meeting up with Muffin.
We miss you a lot today."
"Kristin, I keep thinking, "What a wonderful way for your father to go to heaven: holding your hand while you sang to him. May God bless you and all your family with the peace that passes all understanding, as only He can do! No doubt, heaven will be sweeter just knowing he's there."
"You are at "the place where love and feeling good don't ever cost a thing and the pain you feel's a different kind of pain" ("Home" by Daughtry) and when my time comes, we will meet.
I heard a lot of good about you and I am happy that you don't have to deal with this world anymore."
"Representing the many of us out here in California that prayed for you and your daughter as a result, and the good that God has brought through it."
"What a great way to remember your dad! God Bless! "
"Have heard so much about you and am looking forward to meeting you in heaven !"
"Kristin & Family, I'm so happy I got to talk to your father once on the phone. :-) What a precious man! You guys are in my thoughts and prayers, and I am awed by your strength in this time. "
"You Weren't Meant to Die The guttural groans sound like old cedars swaying in the wind crying out against the pull. In protest they long for the stability of their youth the strength, the brute tenacity of reaching for the stars as roots dug deeper and water was easily found. The salty streams flow downward nocturnally seeking out the lower grounds needing a balm that heals. So raw the places in these depths like caverns undiscovered full of sharp-edges and bright colors waiting for some light to reveal their incomparable beauty that just the sound of the oncoming flood brings unprecedented uncertainty with tenderness shrinking yet in bravery pulsing at the thought of what change might mean. --Kristin Jo Sherk, 07.10.2007 "
"Symphonic Realization Out of the unending uncertainties that life reveals in each human musicbox There is a great work of musical genius being played. Every note striking discord within its own self despite its perfect pitch from circumstances forcedly fierce or harmoniously happy or unforeseeably incoincidental. And the sheer loss of control in the great crescendo of hope and fear and disbelief removes all rationality from every listener. For by listening the mind glimpses the writer and conductor and comes to accept the purpose of life and the death of its own self as the symphony carries on to its own climatic end. One note, maybe a refrain at most, am I. --Kristin Sherk"
"May your Joy may now be fulfiled."