Jean Parcell
I have a lot of scattered memories of Larry, from when we were young kids, to the last time I saw him at our 30 year class reunion. He was being his typical self, sitting very quietly at a table against the wall, with a perfect view to watch everyone coming and going without drawing too much attention to himself. This was Larry. I even called him out on it, saying he was trying to hide.
Larry was a good guy. When his dad passed away, he took right over helping his mother out with any, and all needs. They were great buddies, and I am sure his mother will miss him greatly.
I would like to envision Larry being met by his father and grandmother in heaven. All three wearing a big grin on their face to see each other once again.
Bless you Larry, and thanks for not giving me cooties when we were young, like our older siblings threatened we'd get while playing together.
Jeannie Parcell






