Scott Gregory was born February 3, 1947 in Salt Lake City, Utah and passed away March 29, 2012 at the VA Hospital in Temple, Texas.

Scott loved raising horses, and trained them for rodeo events with his children and grandchildren. He was active with the rodeo in Pahrump, Nevada, one of his true passions.
Scott spent countless hours in his shop, building anything and everything for his grandchildren. He loved having his "handy-helpers", his grand-kids, around at all times. Scott lived everyday to the fullest, and cherished each of his family and friends.

Interment services, with military honors were held on April 2 at the Central Texas State Veterans Cemetery at Killeen, Texas. In attendance were the Patriot Guard Riders and fifty American flags, blowing in the Texas wind.

After the casket was placed at rest in the shelter, the Patriot Guard Riders formed a line of American flags around the shelter, as a clergyman said the final prayers. One of Scott's daughters read the eulogy.


Scott Gregory, Vietnam Veteran, was then laid to rest on the sloping hillside, as the American flag flew at half-staff at the top of the hill in his honor.
Left to cherish his memory are his wife, four children, eight grandchildren, three siblings and a host of other dear family and friends.
When I must Leave You
When I must leave you
For a little while-
Please do not grieve
And shed wild tears
And hug your sorrow to you
Through the years,
But start out bravely
With a gallant smile;
And for my sake and
in my name live on
and do all things the same,
Feed not your loneliness
On empty days,
But fill each waking hour
In useful ways,
Reach out your hand
In comfort and in cheer
And I in turn will comfort you
And hold you near;
And never, never
Be afraid to die,
For I am waiting for you in the sky!
Helen Steiner Rice
With thanks to Crawford-Bowers Funeral Home for biographical information and photo.
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