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Scott R. FosterJune 22, 1976 ~ May 1, 2018 (age 41)
Scott Raymond Foster, an outstanding husband, father, son, brother, colleague, and friend went to be with the Lord on May 1, 2018, in Wichita, Kansas. Born to parents Stewart (Lt. Col., USAF, Ret.) and Suzanne Foster in North Carolina in 1976, from an early age Scott exhibited a nearly insatiable curiosity, sense of adventure, and desire to explore the world around him. Throughout the course of his 41-year life’s journey, he took a serious interest in computers, fishing, rock climbing, engineering, flying (his favorite), photography, camping, hiking, long-distance running, and just about any cool, new technological gadget he could get his hands on. His interest in Rebekah Jean Freeman, sister-of-the-bride whom he met at a friend’s wedding, led to their marriage in 2003 (punctuated by the arrival of the wedding party in four Skyhawks to the in-hangar reception at Augusta airport) and, eventually, to the arrival of their three children, Samantha (12), Chloe (9), and Evan (5).
A graduate of Wichita State University with a bachelor’s degree as well as a master’s degree in aerospace engineering, Scott was, in Rebekah’s words, a “nerd who got to fly airplanes.” Upon graduation, Scott joined Cessna Aircraft Company full-time in 2000, where he achieved his dream of becoming a flight test engineer and, ultimately, an accomplished flight test pilot. Scott initially earned his commercial pilot and flight instructor certificates at the Cessna Employees Flying Club, in which he actively served for many years as a board member. Always looking for a way to make a good thing better, Scott was a trailblazer who continually applied his creative thinking skills to improve nearly everything he had a hand in.
His activities and achievements notwithstanding, all of us who knew and loved Scott recognized him most for his gregarious spirit. Scott had a multidimensional network of friends that spanned far and wide across his personal, professional, family, and church spheres and blurred the lines between all of them. Whether celebrating his birthday in rural aviation style at Rucker Field, joining in the fun and uproarious laughter at large family gatherings, roasting marshmallows shoulder-to-shoulder around the fire at one of the famous Foster pumpkin-carving parties, accompanying him on flying or other outdoor adventures, or experiencing his help with a project for which he would readily volunteer, or otherwise, we all felt the presence of a friend who unequivocally believed that everything in life is more enjoyable in the company of others. Scott exhibited a strong sense of family togetherness and honored his wife, children, sisters, parents, and grandparents, not just on special occasions but daily in the helpful, respectful way he lived among us.
But above and beyond all that we knew him for, Scott had a solid faith in the Lord Jesus, in whose presence he now joyfully continues to live, and where he undoubtedly has already started another network of friends and loved ones for new and awesome adventures we can only imagine. And should any of us presume to think that he would need anything of us now, he would answer in characteristic fashion, “I’m good…”