It is hard to comprehend that Larry has been gone a year. Brother, father, grandfather, husband...he left something of himself with each of us. Some unique characteristic. Some special memory.
I don't believe there has been a day that something hasn't reminded me of him, or I connect a memory to him. The objects in my house from my parents and their parents, active mementos if you will, cement my memory of Larry.
I am also most eternally grateful to him for a special service he provided to me, unasked, when I, the supposedly successful one, was at a very low point in my life. It was my privilege to be able to apply his help to rebuild my confidence and life and ultimately repay his generosity.
As sad and bereft as we were...and are...I believe he is in eternal service now, working without pain or anxiety or weakness, to serve others. Our family has always had a fundamental faith, that each has manifested uniquely, in the higher power most call God. We may or may not have a renewed personal relationship in eternity, but there is and always will be a connection among us.
In Peace, with Grace on this day...