Scott Fleming

I was fortunate to be able to spend four years in the trenches playing and training with Scott. He was a good player and like everything else he did, he always was “all in”. Life pulls us in different directions and I’m sorry to say that I was unaware of his final battle on earth. You will be remembered and missed my friend. Gods speed brother🙏

Scott brought joy into every moment he shared with us. Some of my most cherished memories are the simple ones: him handing me a sweet treat just to make me smile, or quietly sneaking me a little money — just because. He had a way of making us feel loved without ever needing many words. He was strong in every sense of the word. Scott didn’t just live life — he pushed himself to the limit, competing in Ironmans with the same heart and determination he brought to everything he did. That strength, that grit, was part of what made him so inspiring. He showed us what it meant to live fully and give fully. Our trips to Six Flags will always stay close to my heart. Scott would win every prize he could, not for himself, but because he loved seeing us kids happy. That was who he was — generous, gentle, and always putting others first. I’m still convinced the game-booth workers knew him by name — and probably had a picture of him in the back labeled “Be Prepared.” But behind all that strength and humor was a heart that had endured the deepest kind of pain. Losing Erica and Tony changed his life forever. He loved them with every piece of his soul, and their absence left a wound that never healed. Yet he kept going. He kept loving. He kept giving. He found joy and purpose in his two younger children, Londyn and Sam, who brought him endless pride and happiness. Even though Scott is gone, I feel him in the little joys he loved so much — the laughter, the treats, the moments of mischief that made life brighter. I carry him, Erica, and Tony in my heart, and I’ll never forget how fully he loved us, or how much fun he made every day.