Cadet MSgt Cynthia C. Scott

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August 1, 2024

Cadet MSgt Cynthia C. Scott
California Wing

Cynthia Scott Obituary

Our beloved daughter, Cynthia Christine Scott, was tragically killed in a car accident on Oct. 16, 2005.

The crash occurred at approximately 1:20 a.m., killing Cynthia by 3:05 a.m, early Sunday morning. It is hard to imagine the suffering and agony inflicted upon her. Her injuries must have caused unimaginable suffering for over 105 minutes until her death. Never could we have fathomed that the gift of love that Cynthia brought to the world would cause her to become victimized in such a horrific and wasteful way. Cynthia's life, however, was one of endless joy and happiness for all those who knew her.

Born to us on Sept. 28, 1987 at 6:32 p.m., at the Natural Childbirth Institute in Culver City, she entered this world through the beauty of the natural childbirth experience. As we held her in our arms for the first time, we knew she was destined to bring joy and happiness to all she would meet. Cynthia was as normal a child as there ever was, except for her extraordinary beauty. She exuded an extraordinary persona in who she was, shining her enthusiasm for life, hope, and happiness in all she did, and in everyone she touched.

Cynthia, who as a young child loved the world around her, would go hiking and exploring often with her family, bringing out the marvels and wonder around us, and through her eyes would bring curiosity and excitement, making the world anew.

Every day was a day of joy and happiness knowing Cynthia was in it. We learned so much from her, not just how to see and experience the gift of life, but also about how unconditional her love was for all things. Cynthia only wanted to care for and heal those in need, and she would always reach out to help those whom she could. Cynthia was also very empathetic, and could feel the pain and joy of others. Sometimes she considered this a gift, while other times, a curse. However, she always took her ability to feel others pain as a way to help relieve it, while deeply sharing in the joy she would bring to others.

Cynthia loved the sea, the stars, and the land. She loved the wonder and excitement of nature, the universe, and all living things. From the depths of the ocean to the far off reaches of the galaxy, Cynthia was full of wonder. As a small child, for bedtime stories we would read to her not stories of princesses and dragons, but rather chapters from natural history and the origins of human kind. We would sit and discuss for hours the origins of the universe and of world history, debating dark matter and what it meant to live in a democracy.

She was both loyal and dedicated to the ideals of liberty and justice. At the age of 12 she joined the United States Auxiliary Air Force, Civil Air Patrol (CAP). After almost six years of service, she had risen to the rank of Cadet Commander of the Camarillo Composite Squadron 61, Group 4, of the California Wing.

Cynthia loved school, from her first day of kindergarten to her first day at college, she ran enthusiastically toward learning and challenges, both of the mind and of the body. She loved sports, excelling in both basketball and swimming. She was a member of the academic decathlon team at Royal High School, and was employed by Vons in Simi Valley. She participated actively in her faith as a Roman Catholic. She cried at the movie "Passion of the Christ" and was moved to hear the actor Jim Caviezel recount the agony and triumph of performing in that movie. She recently participated in a religious retreat called the Phillips retreat with St. Paschal Baylon Catholic Church, where she confirmed her faith, love, and devotion to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Cynthia had a strong devotion to her faith and was drawn to God in many ways. She was active in all she did both religiously and spiritually.

Cynthia's greatest love was for her family. She thrived when she was with us, and in ways that nobody but us knew, from the way she would play with her youngest sister Elli, to her jumping on the trampoline with Sam and Charlie, to her most precious time with her sister Heather either listening to music or laughing on the way to CAP. She would spend hours playing games with her family, or just having movie night with all of us cuddled together in bed eating popcorn and enjoying each others company.

We love her so very much, and could never express her life as she lived it, in any sense of who she was, either in life or who she is in spirit. The only way we can honor her is in celebrating her life by loving each other as she would, and by trying to see the world through the eyes of Cynthia, with all the wonder and joy that God has given us.

The following poem was written by Cynthia at the age of 15: I am I am the morning fog A haze that passes through I am a leaping frog The old owl whispering "who" I am the evening star A friendly evening light I am so very far A mighty star so bright I am so ever loud An ever cawing crow I am a dark black cloud The cause of frozen snow I am a thunderbolt A dangerous sight to see I am a bucking colt A fiesty one, that's me I am the black lagoon A dew drop in the sky I am the desert moon A twinkle in your eye

She is survived by her beloved family, including parents, Tom and Sue Scott; grandparents, Derek and Verena Thomas, and Genevieve and Tom Sneed; siblings, Heather (15), Samuel (, Charlie (6), and Elliana (1); aunts, Sharon, Regina, Andrea, Tienou, and Zuzana; uncles, Michael, Martin, Paul, Tony, Paul and Terry; and cousins Greg and Adam Figueroa, and Danny Sneed, as well as all of her cousins in England.