Scott Michael Starcevich

A whole new day dawned on Cheryl and her family on August 13th, 1982. His name was Scott Michael Starcevich, and little did her family know the impact the new baby would make. As Scott grew it became more and more obvious that he was a very special child. Scott could not speak and would never gain that function that the rest of us take so very much for granted. His abilities were almost impossible to determine, yet as Scott grew his development was much like any other young boy. He would grin when he was happy, scowl when he was not, which was not very often. He loved eating just like the rest of us and was expert in determining open jars left in the refrigerator. Scott was (or Scotty) as his coach called him, first baseman for the Comets, a team, on a league developed over the years in which all ages and colors of special needs people could play the incredible game of Softball. He never missed a game. He also was instrumental in being one of the very first to go camping at Make Promises Happen, at what is now “Twin Cedars”, a camp dedicated to the camping needs of these very special people. He loved canoeing on the beautiful small lake there, and the smell of those incredible roasted hot dogs during the evening campfires. Scott was also a determined swimmer, both at home and at “Twin Cedars”

Scotty did not wake up on the morning of Thursday, November 6th, 2025, due to a seizure while sleeping. He was 43, and God gained a whale of a first baseman and a terrific camper.

Preceding Scott were grandparents, John and Vernus Crain, Tulsa; John and Ruth Starcevich, Centerville, Iowa.

He is survived by his incredible family, Mom, Cheryl Crain Martin; Dad, Michael Starcevich; sister, Jennifer Starcevich Clark; brother John Starcevich (wife Jamie); nephew Parker John Easton (fiancé Beauty Kussoy); nieces Mia Margaret, Easton, Kendall, Karlie, and Lainey.

The myriads of people who will miss him is dwarfed by the reception in heaven that has already and continuously taking place. Grin down on those of us left here Scott..you’ll see us waving.