One hundred years from now it will not matter
what kind of car I drove,
what kind of house I live in,
how much I had in my bank account nor
what my clothes looked like,
But, the world may be a little better
because I was important in the life of a boy.
This past Saturday I received that phone call that everyone hopes they will never receive. My friend, Dave Parker called to tell me that Lacy Britt had died.
I wish I could think of something clever or witty to say, something that would bring a smile to your face, but all I can think of is what a good friend he was and how I will miss him. We shared a lot of great times together and we shared some not-so-good times. The good times are easy but it’s the hard times, when we’re tested physically or spiritually that’s the true test of friendship. It’s tough to stand by a buddy when he’s having trouble or when you know he’s wrong. You don’t have to agree with them but you just can’t desert them in this moment of need. I can’t tell you the comfort I felt in those times when I looked next to me and saw Lacy standing there proudly, not judging me but just accepting me for all I am.
Lacy was and continues to be a great teacher. We all learned a lot of Scout skill under Lacy’s guiding hand. But it’s the character lessons that have his legacy. The Scout Law teaches us what we need to do but it was Lacy Britt that taught us how to do it. When faced with a problem I pull out a coin I carry that has the words – Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean and Reverent inscribed upon it. Like a compass, it points me in the right direction. I then think of Lacy and what he would do and the path to my destination is clear.
I’ll miss him greatly but I don’t feel sorry for him, as I know that in his short time here, he lived a full life and is now in the company of God. I do extend my sympathies to those of us that have to carry on without him. He leaves a hole that can’t be filled. Lacy was one of the true treasures we have on earth�.a friend. My life is better having known him.
If I’m the next one to join Lacy, I’ll tell him that you’re thinking of him. If one of you gets there before me, ask him to get a big pot of coffee ready, I’m looking forward to a long talk. Also tell him I said Thanks.
Who Lacy was to me.
I’ve known Lacy for about 4 or 5 years and I never heard him talk bad about anyone. When he was talking to you, you always had his attention no matter who was around.
I don’t know anyone who loved Scouts as much as he did. I’ll always remember that grin he had.
He was looking forward to really getting involved with backpacking with the troop. All he talked about was the last backpacking trip we were on with the boys (and) how he was looking forward to the new backpack he was going to order. He had a real heart for the boys in our troop. When he had to talk to a boy he knew what and how to say it and to get his point across with out getting the boy upset. I could go on and on about Lacy Britt the Scouter. I just want to say, Lacy, my friend and mentor, I am going to miss you.
I had the privilege of knowing Lacy Britt the Scouter and the man. He was my best friend. I’ll never forget our talks around the campfire at 2:00 in the morning. I’ll never forget the half grin he would give me when we saw each other when we met somewhere, be it a scouting activity, or just around town.
Lacy was like a brother to me. There is a hole in my heart that will be hard to heal. But I know he will always be with me. All I have to do is see another Scout whose life he touched. That Scout will be easy to spot.
I thank God that he allowed me to meet Lacy.