It’s been a month and a half since Larry passed away and I still can’t bring myself to the realization that he has passed. Out of my five brothers, Larry was closest to me. My parents separated when I was quite young, can’t remember my age, maybe 7-8. Larry was always there for me. He had the regrettable task of looking after his baby brother, who from what I have been told was quite a brat. I can’t remember anytime Larry wasn’t there for me during this trying time.
I guess his loss hit me hardest around the Holidays. We didn’t communicate much throughout the year, but always a call on Christmas, New Years and birthdays. Every time we would talk, whether in good times or bad, it always included some joking banter that lightened up any situation. Sitting here I guess I am going to miss that the most, but can take comfort in the memories of our times together. Even now I still think wonder how Larry’s doing.
It’s taken me some time to even write a card or communicate, guess it something I don’t want to accept.