Jim, Rhonda, Anna Grace Sheppard and the whole clan, Lynn and I send our sincere condolences. Just last night we where talking of Larry. How Lynn thought of him as one of those folks who you might have known before. Easy, opinionated, and best of all: kind. What an outlook on life. Larry never said ride it like you stole it, but he just did! All his farkels. All the gifts. His and Kathy’s time spent preparing for the numerous rally feast. These acts of kindness will always be with us.
This morning the news reached me. I went to the bedroom laid next to Lynn and cried. Only now, almost 8 hours later, can words rise above the anguish of learning of Larry’s passing. Larry was a man of few pretenses; a unique, lovable Larry. Larry with a darling wife and a handsome family. A man who had a sixth sense about him.
Rest in peace my friend. Continue to shelter those you love as you did on that fateful day. As Jim stated, “I was always ahead of him when we rode together. There was a comfort to me to be able to look in my mirror and see him back there. As we made our way south on Hwy 9, he suddenly shot past me on my left side. There was no reason for this.”
I see a reason for his taking point that day.
Larry was old school. Was of a generation when a man’s word was gold. He wouldn’t put up with foolishness. In his own way he was an innocent man. Full of spit and gravel, full of love.
"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."
~ Unknown
“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?”
~ Kahlil Gibran
Out of focus a bit but I can’t help but think of Larry smiling!
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