Paul Douglas Scott

Paul Douglas Scott November 24, 1949 – January 17, 2026

Augusta, GA – On Saturday, January 17, 2026, our dad, Paul Douglas Scott, left this world after an extended illness. Even though our hearts are heavy, we are grateful he is finally healed and at peace.

If you knew Paul, you knew how deeply he loved his family. His sons, Kyle and Eric, were the pride of his life, and becoming “G‑Daddy” to Madison, Kameryn, and Eli brought him a joy that lit him up from the inside out. He loved nothing more than watching his grandchildren grow and laugh.

Paul also had a soft spot for his four‑legged companions. Tank, his loyal Blue Tick Hound, and Buddy, his chocolate lab who passed before him, held a special place in his heart. It comforts us to imagine Paul and Buddy back together, wandering on one of their long, quiet hikes the way they always loved.

He was a Tennessee Volunteers fan through and through — he didn’t just bleed orange, he lived it. Some of his happiest days were spent in Knoxville with Kyle, Eric, Eli, and Kam, cheering on the Vols and soaking in every moment of being together.

Paul worked hard his entire life. His years with Blue Bird gave our family memories we still laugh about — long road trips across the country, often in a school bus we had all to ourselves. He later served as transportation director for Peach County Schools and worked in merchandising with Lowe’s.

He was preceded in death by his mother, Paula Gresham Minyard, his father, Ben Hill Scott and his sister, Kathy Huff. He leaves behind his sons, Kyle (Jennifer) and Eric (Jessica); his brother, Mark Minyard; his grandchildren, Maddy, Eli, and Kam (Cady); his step‑grandchildren, Alecia, Molly, and Hunter Gifford; and a great-granddaughter, Jadyn. He is also survived by his cousin, Bill Gresham, who was always there when Paul needed someone in his corner.

Paul was a simple man in the very best way. He loved being outside — working in the yard, hiking, fishing — and he could lose himself for hours in a good book, especially anything about the Revolutionary or Civil Wars. But more than anything, he loved his family. His passing leaves a space in our lives that no one else can fill.

We love you, G‑Daddy. We always will.

Burial will be private.