ENGLEWOOD — 1) Let the charity of the brotherhood abide in you. 2) And hospitality do not forget; for by this some, being not aware of it, have entertained angels – Hebrews 13
I’m a member of a significant brotherhood – the Northmont High School Class of 1976. We have four heads on the wall of the Roll of Recognition at the auditorium and some extraordinary personalities among our number. But Monday we lost a classmate who was our heart and soul.
Scott Urquhart never had a class with me. I only remember talking to him once, in the hallway my senior year. He asked me to go to prom with him, which I politely declined even though I didn’t have a date. In those days, you could not go to prom without a date of the opposite gender.
Scott was in what we then called Special Education. I got to know Scott after graduation as he was our most enthusiastic participant whenever we held a reunion or get-together. As I had never been exposed to people in special classes, it was a gradual and humbling experience. Scott was not stupid or dull. He was incredibly sensitive and really noticed his classmates and what they were like, for good and bad and in between.
He was incredibly loyal, but not afraid to speak out when he saw something wrong. The thing that impressed me most, however, was his belief that he was just as good as anyone else. I marveled at his courage and self-confidence, having been raised with some odd notions that being comfortable in one’s own skin was pride. And pride was a deadly sin, I was told.
Scott was unwavering in his own faith in God. The better I knew him, the more I understood that his faith was not superficial or simple. It was as steady and strong as his knowledge that he was no less than anyone else. I grew to admire him very much.
Scott brought out the best in his classmates, which was evident in the way they treated him over the years. People gave him a ride if he needed it, as he didn’t like driving at night or in bad weather. Of course, there were some who did treat him badly. He knew when people were cruel and ugly, but I don’t remember him dwelling on it. He had an inner dignity.
Scott Urquhart was a Northmont Thunderbolt to the core of his being. He followed not only the varsity sports but knew who the up and coming young athletes were and followed their progress. He bled green and white like no one I’ve ever known. He loved sports in general, with soccer and football were his favorites.
We will celebrate our 40th class reunion in October to coincide with Northmont’s annual homecoming activities. It will be odd not having Scott there. For a man who never married or produced offspring, whose family preceded him in death, he will be remembered by his classmates with great fondness and love. He brought out the best in us. And he will not be forgotten.
Martha Hardcastle is former staff writer of the Englewood Independent.