Scrole Chronicles

Dear Family & Friends, The outpouring of support for Lyle, Myrnetta and the whole family has been overwhelming and beautiful.   Lyle was deeply loved and as a result we are getting so many calls asking us two questions “what the heck happened, and how can we help?" Since we don’t have time to respond to each message, we wanted to share a little more with you here and offer up some practical ways to help us celebrate this life that we all loved so much. "What the heck happened?" When people pass away unexpectedly, this is the question that people most want to know and Lyle wouldn’t want you wondering (ha ha), so we wanted to share a little more about what happened. As Lyle shared in his blog, very recently he went to the doctor for a persistent cough – and found that there were some concerning spots on his lungs.  The doctors were amazed that he was able to physically function so well despite the condition of his lungs, but soon after the discovery he was hospitalized...

Illustrated by Lyle Daniel & Kamika Perry It got very real, very quickly. As Myrne sounded the alarm that time was short, family and friends set aside their daily lives, boarded planes, jumped into cars, and rushed to the man whose intense intellect, hysterical humor, potent personality, authentic artistry, and powerful photography surpassed every standard. To many, Lyle was the life of the party. To those closest to him, he was a singular masterpiece, full of wisdom, playful wit, a worry-free spirit, and wholeness personified. And yet, nothing could have prepared our family for what today would bring. As only Lyle would, faithful to his own script, he left us exactly as he desired, with clear instructions for his closing act. In his final moments, he was given the comfort he requested. Surrounded by Myrne, Layla, family, friends, and his "Boys," he took his last breath at 3:57 p.m. on Wednesday, August 27th, 2025. Our family is broken, yet relieved that our beloved Lyle,...

Illustrated by Lyle Daniel & Kamika Perry I came into this fight thinking I’d crush it in a few days. After all, I’m a self-proclaimed superhero — pain? I can take it. Needles? Bring ’em on. But no one warned me about my true nemesis: BOREDOM. The mission was clear: uncover the mystery hiding in my lungs. But to get there? Endless tests. Endless waiting. And worse… no food or drink for twelve hours before each procedure. A hero runs on fuel, people! I thought this was well understood in the MCU.  CT scans. MRIs. X-rays. I’ve been poked, scanned, zapped, and prodded. At one point, I half-expected a pregnancy test to show up on the tray…thankfully, it didn’t. Then came the waiting. Superpowers don’t help much when the enemy is time. Fast forward: I’m stronger now. Breathing easier. But the villain — the real diagnosis — is still in hiding. Even a bronchoscopy mission couldn’t drag it into the light. Rumor has it some prayers jammed that radar…if any of you have word on the prayer...

Illustrated by Lyle Daniel & Kamika Perry It started with a crackle in my lungs... Just a faint sound when I breathed. No pain. No panic. Strange enough to notice, small enough to ignore. I’d just turned 50 and was feeling good, I tell you. Full checkups done. Heart strong. Kidneys fine. Bamsee cleared! I was on top of my health. Myrne didn’t even have to remind me. Then one night, the crackle got louder. By morning, I went to my doctor for a quick look. One chest X-ray became a rushed CT scan. Then came the words: “lung metastasis… hospital stay… biopsy.” By 6 p.m., I was in a hospital bed wondering, What the hell just happened? Weeks later….I noticed simple things like walking to the kitchen left me winded. Saturday night (Aug 9th), I couldn’t find a position to sleep without losing my breath. At 4 a.m., I told Myrne I was going to take myself to the ER. She looked at me as though I had already lost my mind. By 4:45, she’d arranged childcare and packed my bag. Why in the world wo...