Scotty Brian Purcell

Scotty left this world on a Wednesday afternoon about 4 p.m. at an unprotected railroad grade crossing just down the road from his home. A blind crossing with overgrown brush and weeds. He slowed down to not drag his truck's underneath and a train topped the hill and hit on his side of the truck. He was struck on the back left side of this skull. By the time the ambulance arrived, he was having trouble breathing, and died on the way to the hospital. A trip he had made a thousand times became deadly that day. A long battle has been fought in his memory to get that crossing either closed or gated. I am proud to say that after many battles and heartache, 13 years and 1 month later, the gates and lights were put into operation.  It can't bring Scotty back, but at least no one else's child will die there at that dangerous crossing. Scotty's music lives on inside all who knew him and we will never forget his devilish smile and those blue eyes that could melt your heart. I miss you Scotty and always will, Love Mom