My (Brother @ Heart) Larry Pynes
May 10, 1945 - Oct. 3, 2008

My Larry ( you handsome devil )

I never intended to do this page.  Never intended to try to put into
words the feelings I have for Larry.  Yes, I   have written this because
 it is therapeutic for me and because even though he died on
October 3, 2008 at 9:30 A.M. while he was talking to me on the telephone,
he lives on in my heart.  He will always, as long as I am alive, be with
 me in my heart. 

How do I even try to explain to anyone what Larry meant to me. 
We grew up together.  We were always together as children.  We
were together during our divorces and we were together during our
marriages and I was there with him when his only daughter was just
a baby.  We shared everything.  There was nothing we would not telL
each other.  Things usually only husbands and wives share.  I simply
 can't explain the bond we had. it is beyond comprehension.  We shared
 so much during our lifetime.  We shared the good times, the bad times
 anything that troubled us or anything that was good.  We had some
 wonderful times together.  Memories that dated back to our childhood
 into our adulthood.  How many people can say that they had a friend for
 that long of a time and stayed so very close to that person?  Larry and I did!

We have laughed together, we have cried together.  We were running
buddies.  We had a love for each other that no one could ever understand
 except me and Larry.  That is probably because we were selfish.  I am not
 sure we cared if anyone else shared that love or not.  It was given to us by
 God and as I write this I just am not sure we  wanted to share the love we
 had for each other or that we even could.  It had to be earned.  Larry and
 I earned that love because we just plain enjoyed each other's company
 and our long phone conversations, our childhood and our adulthood relation-
ship as brother and sister at heart and loving buddies and pals.

Larry was there for me when my mother died and I was there for Larry
 when his mother (my precious Aunt Jay) died and I was there for Larry
 when his brother Bobby died.  Larry was with me when my twin sister
lay in ICU for 3 months near death.  Whenever I needed Larry, all I had
 to do was just pick up the phone and call him and he was there.  And,
 it was the same with me.  He knew I was a phone call away.

I just wish I was closer to his daughter so I could form a lasting relation-
ship of love with her like I had for her Daddy.  What a wonderful example
 of her Daddy she is.  So much like him, in looks and in caring.  I love you Misty.

I rarely missed a month that I didn't call and check on Larry and sometimes
 more often than that.  He didn't live within visiting distance and as my
 health deteriorated and as his did too, we were not able to visit.  We did
 visit a lot during our adulthood until he moved further away from me but
 we never lost touch and we always kept each other informed about the
 latest news in our lives.  We talked for hours on the phone.  We talked
about what was going on, about the good times we had had as children,
 the good times we had running together and the pranks we pulled on our
 mothers, the wonderful life we had shared with our big family.  We never
 ran out of things to talk about.  I'll so miss those wonderful talks Larry.

I'll never forget Oct. 3, 2008 at 9:15 A.M. when you called me and as usual
 started out with your teasing me.  Then it became more serious as you
 explained your heart condition to me and 15 minutes later just stopped
 talking and I knew you had crossed over from this life to another.  I didn't
 expect that.  You had fought cancer for 12 years and I never thought you
 would die from a heart attack. Thought the "Big C" would get you. I just
 wish I had known what was about to happen and I could have said my usual
 "I love you" which we always ended our conversations with but I guess God
 wanted it to be this way and wanted me to be the last one you talked to.
  I know with all my heart that Larry knew how much I loved him or he would
 never have picked up that phone and called me on that fateful day. I
 have to console my self with this because that is how it happened. 

Don't anyone try and tell me Larry is dead because he isn't.  He still
lives in my heart.  He will always be alive in my heart.  He has a special
place there.  It is reserved just for him. How could I not have a place
there for him because he was so very special to me.  Gone too soon
 but never forgotten.  My cousin, my brother, my friend, my buddy. 
I miss you so very much.  I love you so very much. Rest in peace
my brother until we meet again. Memories live on!
 

A Candle Burns for Larry