Scott W. Robertson
May 14, 1984 ~ September 16, 2023
Scott William Robertson, 39, died Saturday, September 16, 2023 at his Wakefield home.
Born in Hartford, CT on May 14, 1984, he was the son of Peggie and Glenn Morris and Jon Robertson, all of Wakefield. Scott was educated in Wakefield and was a Wakefield resident for most of his life.
He enjoyed his time employed as a driver in the automotive industry and had also worked in several grocery delis.
Scott was a fan of roleplaying video games, cosplay, kayaking, and hiking, and was usually found wearing one of his favorite hats.
In addition to his parents, he leaves three sisters, Lisa Sants of Haverhill, Kay Wilson of Haverhill, and Bethany Robertson of Foxboro. He also leaves his stepbrother, Christopher Morris.
Scott’s life will be celebrated with a graveside service on Friday, September 22, 2023 at 1pm in Forest Glade Cemetery, 470 Lowell St, Wakefield, MA. Relatives and friends are invited. Arrangements are by C.R. Lyons & Sons Funeral Directors, 28 Elm St., Danvers Square. To share an expression of sympathy with Scott’s family, please visit www.LyonsFuneral.com.
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