This memorial site was created in memory of our loved one, Larry Lauderback, who passed away on Christmas Eve, 2013. We will always miss him.
We want to thank all those who sent sympathy cards, and the many friends and family that attended his memorial service on January 25th, held at Emerson Unitarian Church in Troy, for joining us to celebrate Larry's long and remarkable life.
At the bottom of this page, there is a place for you to leave a tribute if you wish.
Memorial contributions may be made in his memory to:
Emerson Unitarian Church
4230 Livernois Road, Troy, MI 48085
Or to:
The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (LLS) that supports the Team in Training program. Larry proudly participated in their bicycle race event at Lake Tahoe in 1997, at age 70. Online donations may be made to LLS at: www.lls.org/waystohelp/donate/donateonline or mailed to: The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, 1311 Mamaroneck Avenue, Suite 310, White Plains, NY 10605.
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MEMORIAL TRIBUTES MAY BE POSTED BELOW --->
Tributes
Leave a tributeIt was your time and you decided to go to a better place.
And Larry, you are still in my world every day. Love, Kay
Let Evening Come Poem by Jane Kenyon
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass.
Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside.
Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung.
Let evening come. Let it come, as it will and don’t be afraid.
God does not leave us comfortless. So let evening come.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pP6IPpCOITg
Blue Boat Home
Though below me, I feel no motion
Standing on these mountains and plains
Far away from the rolling ocean.
Still my dry land heart can say
I’ve been sailing all my life now.
Never harbor or port have I known.
The wide universe is the ocean I travel
And the earth is my blue boat home.
Sun my sail and moon my rudder
As I ply the starry sea
Leaning over the edge in wonder
Casting questions into the deep.
Drifting here with my ship’s companions
All we kindred pilgrim souls
Making our way by the lights of the heavens
In our beautiful blue boat home.
I give thanks to the waves upholding me
Hail the great winds urging me on.
Greet the infinite sea before me
Sing the sky my sailor’s song.
I was born upon the fathoms
Never harbor or port have I known.
The wide universe is the ocean I travel
And the earth is my blue boat home
Love,
Connie
As we pass through another holiday season and another rough year, you continue to be remembered and missed. Love, Julie
Love you man!
The kindness you showed to Grandma, she appreciated till the day she died, but that's just the kind of guy you were.
Thank you for allowing us into your wonderful family: Jan, Bernard, Micho, Jennifer, Mitch, Oscar & Owen. I love them all. You've left a wonderful legacy.
You will always have a special place in my heart. Rest in peace dear Larry. You deserve it.
Enthusiastic bicyclist, builder extraordinaire, master of no-trump, sailor of inland seas, lover of jazz, proud husband, father and grandfather… Larry could be described many ways but perhaps the most fitting is “all around nice guy.” He will be greatly missed.
"Say not in grief he is no more - but live in thankfulness that he was"
Hebrew Proverb
"It is not length of life, but depth of life"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Leave a Tribute
It was your time and you decided to go to a better place.
And Larry, you are still in my world every day. Love, Kay
Let Evening Come Poem by Jane Kenyon
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.
Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass.
Let the stars appear and the moon disclose her silver horn.
Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed go black inside.
Let evening come.
To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung.
Let evening come. Let it come, as it will and don’t be afraid.
God does not leave us comfortless. So let evening come.
Emerson Church Unitarian Universalist, January 19, 2014
I light a candle for Larry Lauderback, my friend and significant other for 20 years. I spotted him soon after I started attending Emerson Church. I did everything but turn cartwheels down the aisle to get noticed by that shy man. Finally with encouragement from my daughter, I gathered my nerve and called him for a coffee date. We hit it off. I was 53 he was 66. He was a valued and well-loved member of Emerson, as he remains today. It is my enduring pleasure that I worked with him on building projects here; the most noteworthy being this sanctuary. At age 17 with his widowed mother’s permission he joined the Marine Corps. It was World War II. He served in China. World War II China Marines were those of the 1st and 6th Marine Divisions sent to occupy northern China after the surrender of Japan and the end of World War II, from 1945 - 1948. He renewed those friendships as we attended many China Marine reunions over the years. He was a fine man; he will be missed; I miss him every day.
I am grateful for your cards, phone calls, emails; kind words and kind thoughts spoken and unspoken.