Friday, November 27, 2020
I have many fond memories of Larry. His son, Chris, is my close friend and we grew up together spending most of our time playing on Homer Avenue. Larry insisted the front door to the house be unlocked at all times and I should walk in as if it were my home. Thinking back, I can see him sitting on the couch in the living room, smiling as he asked me about my day. I remember him playing the piano and the look of concentration and enjoyment that told me he was doing something he loved. But the memories that ring through as I write this are all the times he made Chris laugh. The two of them had a list of inside jokes and it was clear that he loved Chris, loved the life he had created for himself, and truly appreciated every day. I will miss you, Larry.
