Larry was my older brother and a restless soul. No matter what situation we found ourselves in, Larry would take the lead and do whatever the situation warranted to come out on top. Growing up in the Colorado mountains, we enjoyed camping, dirt bike riding and four-wheeling.
It seems unfair to try and describe Larry with just a few words, though I believe I can try with just one: memorable.
The question I keep asking myself is, how would Larry like to be remembered? Loyal? Sure, he was, fiercely loyal. Intelligent? He wouldn't agree with me on that one, but definitely, he really underestimated his own intelligence, it was plain to see. Hilarious? Yes, hilarious and offensive in equal measure (with that dry wit humor). Nothing was off limits, and nothing couldn't be made fun of. Larry was fun, exciting, and tons of trouble. Larry was an avid war historian, particularly World War II. He loved Harley Davidson's and tromping around Flagstaff and Sedona when he lived in Arizona.
Remembering Larry isn't a difficult thing to do because of the lasting impression he left on most. Memories can and will last forever. As long as they do, he isn't really gone. He is still with each of us due to the unique way he positively affected our lives, and the plentiful idiosyncrasies for which we will remember him.
I would like for everyone who knew him, to remember him as a blessing and a lesson
Rest in peace brother. I will miss you.