Let the memory of Larry be with us forever
  • 58 years old
  • Born on February 21, 1960 in Downey, California, United States.
  • Passed away on February 28, 2018 in Mission Viejo, California, United States.

This memorial website was created in memory of Larry Michael Strickland beloved son, brother, father, grandfather , uncle, nephew , 58, born on February 21, 1960 to Marie Eleanor Estivo Ward & Lawence Charles Strickland he passed away  from cancer on February 28, 2018. He is survived by his Mother, Marie Eleanor Estivo Ward, Stepfather Mike Ward. Sisters: Lisa Michel Strickland Pickard and Lori Marlene Strickland Nicklen. Children: Lachele Nicole Wittman, Son in law David Anthony Wittman, Lauren Danielle Strickland with Rustin Antaya, Lawrence Michael Strickland II , Daugher in law Kelsi Strickland and Sean Thomas Strickland. Granddaughers: Macayla Dawn Wittman, Ashlyn Lachele Wittman and Leah Jade Antaya. Plus several aunts, uncles , cousins, nieces and nephews. He was loved by many and will be greatly missed.

"Gone Too Soon"

Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon

Posted by Lauren Strickland on 15th May 2018
I miss and love you so much Dad. I wish I could pick up the phone and hear your voice right now. I can feel your presence. Thank you for the strength.
Posted by Lauren Strickland on 23rd April 2018
If you don’t know who I am, I will proudly introduce myself. My name is Lauren Danielle Strickland. My Dad called me Norn or Nornie. I am Lawrence Michaels Strickland’s, second born child. My Mom tells me that I was named after a character that she liked in a book but I’ve always believed I was named Lauren in honor of my Dad just incase he didn’t have sons, fortunately he had two. My Dad was born February 21, 1960. He was a son, a brother, a friend, a cousin, a husband, an uncle, a father of four, and grandfather of 3 girls. His kids and grandkids meant everything to him. To him we were his greatest accomplishments. My Dad dedicated most of his adult life providing for his family. He understood how important it was for our Mom to stay home with us. When we were kids my Dad would ask my Mom to make special trips to his work to either meet him for lunch or to drop something off. I knew he’d ask my Mom to make these trips because seeing us made sitting in four hours of bumper to bumper traffic on the 91 freeway worth it. Visiting my Dad gave him an opportunity to show us all off. We’d get a tour of the store every time we’d visit. He’d take us into the employee only areas and sometimes to areas employees weren’t allowed. My Dad lived by his own rules. He made sure we met everyone in the store (employees, customers, delivery guys/gals EVERYONE!) He’d tell them all about how beautiful and talented we all were even if they’ve heard it 1000 times before. You’d think over time his excitement and admiration for us would fade but it never did. My Dad was so proud of his family. He made me feel so important. He loved all his kids equally but loved us all differently. For those of you who know me, know that my Dad was my world growing up. Whenever I was sick he never left my side. When I was sad he knew how to make me happy. He taught me patience even though he had none and that hard work pays off. My Dad had so many special talents! Besides being the best meat manager and butcher in the world one of my favorites was the way he could swallow his tongue. I remember having a birthday party, I think I could have been turning 10. Before my party I told all the kids in my class that my Dad could swallow his tounge. No one believed me. When I told my Dad that no one believed me he made sure to make believers out of them. At my party he swallowed his tounge and juggled at the same time. I thought my Dad had super powers. I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be so much like him that I even ate the strange things that he ate. He got me to like pigs feet, sardine and cow tounge! Id do anything for him. We’d sit for hours in the kitchen talking about everything under the sun. I never had to filter anything with my Dad and although at times he probably should have with me he never did either. He always made me feel like an equal. I only got the raw truth from him. Growing up, we’d listen to Luther Vandross, the Doors, Tom Leykis and Howard Stern almost every night. If a good beat came on he’d burst into song, never knowing the lyrics he’d make up his own and sing for hours. He’d crack me up! His preacher impression was another talent that I never got enough of. The way he’d shout out verses from the bible would bring me to my knees with laughter. If you never experienced this you defiantly missed out. He should have been an actor. My Dad was hilarious! He taught me so much about the stars, life, love and men. Thanks to my Dad I know how important the bond between a father and a daughter is. I grew up respecting myself, I grew up proud. Although my Dad was taken from us at a very young age he made me feel like he was ready. My Dad sensed he was getting sick long before he knew. He’d tell me things in conversation that at first I thought were negative or pessimistic but now looking back on those times and conversations, I feel that he was coming to peace with things in his life. He was letting me know he was okay. A year before he found out he was sick he sent me a song to listen to “Father and Son” to me by Cat Stevens. I find comfort in knowing my Dad may have been young in age but his soul was old and his body was ready, he is happy and now free from the restraints of this life. I will forever be grateful, appreciative and proud that Lawrence Michael Strickland is my Dad. May he rest in peace and his spirit remain free.
Posted by Lisa Pickard on 7th March 2018
I miss you so much my dear brother you are no longer in pain God is watching over you. I pray for peace in your body and soul
Posted by Venta Sadowski on 6th March 2018
This tribute was added by venita sadowski and billy on march 6th 2018 May God take your hand and lead you to paradise. Good times were were shared in little league what fun we all had. Gone so soon.
Posted by Michele LaValle on 2nd March 2018
Very sorry to hear of Cousin Larry's passing, my only regret is that we never had a chance to meet. My sincere condolences to the family, I am sure that he had many of our family members welcome him home, Fly high with the angels Larry, God speed, RIP - your cousin Michele
Posted by Marie Ward on 1st March 2018
My sweet son Larry. You left me too soon. That's not fair. I will miss our long talks. And the camping trips we were going to take. I hope you find peace in death that you never found in life. Till we meet again. Your loving Mother
Posted by Rebecca Roase on 1st March 2018
So sorry your gone will miss you a lot around here we had a lot of good times. You taught me a lot. I surely hope you are at peace. God bless Love always, Rebecca
Posted by Lisa Pickard on 1st March 2018
In memory of all our fun times. Your deeply missed. Love always and forever your sister , Lisa

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