Wendell Kelton Scroggins

Celebrating The Life Of… Wendell Scroggins of York, Pennsylvania who was born October 22, 1953, in Youngstown, OH. Wendell lived life to the fullest and will forever live on in the hearts and minds of those who knew and loved him. Wendell resided at Rosemont Nursing Home in Stone Mountain, GA and entered eternal rest on Saturday, August 21, 2021, at 1:23 am at Emory St. Joseph in Atlanta, GA. Wendell gave his heart to Christ preparing for this glorious day. Preceded in death by his Father and Mother, Jesse and Betty Louise Scroggins, and Brother, Jesse Scroggins Jr. of Youngstown, OH. Wendell was an honorably discharged army veteran who found peace in his work as a taxi cab driver and security specialist at Spirit Trust Lutheran in Chambersburg, PA where he retired in 2020. He fell ill in January 2021 and relocated to Snellville, GA to be under the care of his loving daughter. Wendell was the life of the party, funny, with an outgoing personality whose life aspirations were to entertain all who remained in his presence, and he succeeded at that until the Lord called him home. He departed this life and leaves to cherish his memory, his devoted daughter Brandy (Erick) Respert of Snellville, GA; Oldest brother Ronald (Nola) Scroggins of Houston, TX; Brother Larry (Donna) Scroggins of Hampton, VA; Sister Wanda (Darren) Boatwright, and a host of aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins; and Special friend Lynn Rhodes. Remember Me (a Poem by Wendell’s Baby Girl, Brandy Respert) Choices Everyone has the choice to choose. To work or to snooze To gossip or to pray Or to let life simply wander away. To keep silent or to say, What it is that will make someone’s day. There’s power in the tongue the Bible says. So choose to live and not play dead. You choose to marry, or maybe not. You choose to make the call, or maybe not. You choose to say I love you, or maybe not. You choose to go and see, or maybe not. You choose to send a text, but what’s most important Is to think about what’s best. Not necessarily what’s best for me, But what’s best for the fruit I’d like to see. Someone, somewhere says in their head, Please make the choice to come see about me. So to call or to text is the least of them all, When the writing of choice is on the wall. We don’t have lots of time left in this feeble world. So make the best of what you have left. Next time you have the chance to love on someone, Don’t let it pass you by. Square up! Suck it up! And look them straight in the eyes, And let them know Christ loves you, and so do I.