Scott Hughes was born on March 7th, 1963 in Des Moines, Iowa and spent most of his youth in Adel, the second son of Jas and Rose Hughes. He shared his childhood with his siblings Jay, Tom, and Anne, and from the start, he had a gift for keeping his parents on their toes—a talent he carried proudly throughout his life.

He attended Adel High School where he ran track and won many accolades, graduating with the class of '81. After high school, Scott went on to attend college at The University of Kansas.

In 1985, fate intervened at Doc and Eddy's when Scott met Kendra. With his signature wit, he asked if he could help her refill her ketchup bottles. She said no. But eventually, she said yes—to a date, and on September 10, 1988– to a life together of chaos and adventure, to a love story filled with laughter, teasing, and an unbreakable bond.

Kendra came as a package deal with her daughter, Angie, and Scott embraced fatherhood with open arms and loved her as his own. As their family grew, they set down roots in Norwalk, Iowa and raised four more children—-Trint, Nic, Hope, and Sierra (Cici). Being a dad was one of Scott's greatest joys. He relished in being a father, a master storyteller, a mentor, a coach, and an unwavering support. He filled his kids' heads with tales so tall and convincing Hope once argued with a teacher that his childhood had been filled with nothing but snakes and rain—because Papa said so, and Papa would not lie. At bedtime, he would read stories, every character was given a different voice and he would make the pages come to life. He taught Angie to land a mean right hook when she needed it and devoted countless hours coaching and cheering all of his kids on, from ice rinks to running tracks. Scott shared his love of running with Cici and dedicated over a decade volunteering for Excalibur track club, passing on the sport to countless athletes who would go on to run collegiately and professionally. He enjoyed sharing his passion for biking and open roads, often riding in RAGBRAI with friends and family, pushing himself across the state of Iowa, fueled by good company. As his kids grew older, his role shifted seamlessly from father to friend, a transition he cherished deeply.

Scott had a way of making everyone feel welcome, especially around his dinner table. He was a master in the kitchen and at the smoker, drawing in a crowd many Sundays for family dinner. Everyone was invited and no one ever left hungry. His cooking was always wonderful, but his spaghetti sauce was legendary. He spent years perfecting it and was always eager to share a plate, but never the recipe. And his apple pie? Piled high with crumbles and the best you've ever had. Sure, there were a few meal mishaps, but for the most part, his cooking was something to truly rave about. And even when the food wasn't perfect, the company always was.

Scott found happiness in the little things. He was happiest in his backyard, a fire crackling, good music flowing through the air, with Kendra and their dogs, Curley Sue and Asher by his side. And if his kids and grandkids were there, too—well, life was just about perfect.

In recent years, Scott and Kendra discovered a love of traveling together. The explored the mountains in Utah and Colorado, taking in the scenery and wildlife, marveled at the Wave in Arizona as they spent time backpacking through freezing canyon waters, and strolled through the streets of Savannah, Georgia, admiring the architecture and history. He was endlessly curious, always ready to go "just a couple blocks more," dreaming of one day trekking through Patagonia and Scotland.

In 2005, Scott founded Hughes Brothers Plumbing and enjoyed working alongside his brother, Tom, every day. He built the business with grit, heart, and a relentless commitment to doing things the right way. He was proud of what they built—and even prouder of the people he built it with. More than anything, though, Scott was always there. Always. He was a steady hand, a reliable presence, a fixer of all, a man who never hesitated to help, no matter what was asked of him.

On April 6th, 2025, Scott's life ended in a battle with cancer, that while short, was fought with the same strength that defined his life. He leaves behind Kendra, his wife of 36 years, who he loved more than anything; his children Angie (Chad) Raymond, Trint Hughes, Nic (Holly) Hughes, Hope (Kyle) Reeves, and Cici (Zane) Chao; his grandkids Madison, James, Gaige, Lily, Emmy, Noelle, Teddy, and Coco; and seven great-grandkids. He is also survived by his siblings Jay, Tom, and Anne. He was preceded in death by his parents, Jas and Rose, and father-in-law, Larry.

Scott's story doesn't end here. His legacy of love and loyalty is in every phone call answered, every problem solved, every time he showed up for the people he loved. It lives on in every Sunday dinner, every joke shared at someone else's expense, and every gathering around the fire, laughing, with good music, and a cold drink in hand. It lives in the love he gave and the memories we're fortunate to carry with us.

Thank you, Papa, for the love, the laughter, and the life you shared so generously. Rest easy. We'll keep the fire going for you.