Scott Gianola left this world just before Christmas and leaves a large hole in the hearts of his friends. Walking everywhere, he could be seen greeting friends around town. When Scott walked past my apartment and I was outside we greeted each other enthusiastically and I always felt that we shared a secret about this mortal coil called life.
In 1990 or so, Scott, Annie Lister and I started our own “Artist’s Way” group. I got to know Scott well as there is a lot of retrospection/introspection in the course and we shared a lot of our feelings and our backgrounds with each other.
During the Iraq War, Scott had a thriving espresso bar in the bookstore. On one of the days when a group of citizens was protesting the Iraq War, it started to rain and most of the people left. Some of the diehards stayed with our posters, (no umbrellas, of course, this is the Northwest) and we marched to the corner of Main Street and continued our vigil. Mary Hattan and Barry, her husband were the oldest members of our group, yet they stayed with their anti-war signs in the pouring, cold rain! After a while, Scott, our coffee angel ran out of the store carrying cups of hot espresso for all of us! That was just like Scott! Since Scott’s death, I have heard stories about his quiet, compassionate giving to others in our community. I would hope that others in our community, share those stories. I know that when someone leaves this life by choice, it is a particularly difficult situation for those left behind to deal with. (remorse, guilt, hurt, anger etc), but those feelings are ok, they are just feelings and Life itself consists of Feelings! We can’t run from them! It’s ok to feel, please help yourselves as Scott’s friends by acknowledging this precious soul and his life!