On July 10, 2010 the world lost one of the most amazing people I have ever known. Scott McKelvey was an icon and a legend to so many people. To me, he was my brother. I have never felt sadness like I felt the day I heard he was gone. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a Saturday around 2:30pm, I was in the Back Office at my job preparing to go home when my phone rang, it was my sister-in-law. I was busy so I didn’t answer but I kept feeling weird about the call because it had been some time since she and I had spoken. I tried to go back to my work but I just couldn’t stop thinking about the phone. In a way I wish I never picked the phone up and dialed her number, but that’s what I did. The following conversation took place.
Me: Hey Lauren, its Nick, whats up?
Lauren: Nick, its bad.
Me: Whats bad?
Lauren: Its Scott. Think of the worse possible news and that’s it.
Lauren: Its bad Nick.
Me: Are you telling me my brother is dead?
Not much of a conversation but it is one I will never forget. Its one of the few conversations that has had a monumental impact on my entire life. After I got off the phone with her I made 3 more calls. The first to my mother who I applaud because even though I could hear the sorrow in her voice somehow was able to hold herself together better than I could. The next call was to by younger brother Charlie. That was the call that broke me. Like me Charlie looked up to Scott and I knew that this news would destroy him as much as it did me which is why I wanted to be the one to deliver it. That call was so painful that I’m not even going to recap it on here. I remember collapsing to my knees in the office trying so hard not to completely lose it but there was no hope for that. After I hung up the phone with Charlie I called my wife Tina who I never really got to thank for this but I always wanted to. She received a crazy call from me and instead of freaking out she stayed pretty calm and just asked a simple question….”You want to me to come get you?” I never really thought about it but there was no way I could drive home and she knew that. She didn’t hesitate dropping everything and running to my side.
To this day I can’t step foot inside my job without thinking about that day and those phone calls. Every time I am in that back office and the phone rings I feel sick to my stomach. Every time I work the 6-3 shift I find myself pausing at the end of my shift wondering if the phone will ring again. My job has become such a horrible reminder of that day. My manager unwittingly makes it a complete nightmare. See my manager’s name is Scott. In the last 15 years I have only called 2 people by that name and now every time I hear that name or have to say that name it breaks my heart. I must be a glutton for punishment though because on a daily basis I find myself asking my manager stupid questions just so I have a reason to talk to someone named Scott again. It must really annoy him or he must think I am an idiot for asking him so many ridiculous questions but its almost uncontrollable. I obviously don’t think he is my brother by any means but somehow even though it hurts hearing the name Scott I still want to hear it. Some part of me feels like this was all just a nightmare and I ‘m hoping that he will walk around the corner any day now. But he won’t and that’s the real nightmare.