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Hail Guest, we ask not what thou art.
If Friend, we greet thee, hand and heart.
If Stranger, such no longer be.
If Foe, our love will conquer thee.
-Old Welsh Door Verse

Wednesday, September 03, 2014


My poor boys.

Yesterday I returned home after a day of teaching, a staff meeting and a couple of errands to find a car at the curb that should not have been there, the newspaper still on the driveway after noon and a mailbox full of mail. After a quick check of the family room revealed only an empty chair, I found the man I had called husband for forty-two years still in his bed. He had apparently died during the night.

Although our relationship had deteriorated over the last few years, I never doubted his profound love for our sons or his generosity of spirit to all who called him "Poppa Larry." 
This is a heartbreaking time for all of us who knew him. Teacher, mentor, father, friend. I had hoped he would have those 15 more years he had been promised, and that they would be happy years with those who loved him best.

A deep, dark hole in our lives that will never be refilled.


Von said...

Oh, Debi, I'm so so sorry for this loss to you and your family. I'll be thinking of you and praying for peace for you in the coming days and weeks.

Stitcher S. said...

Debi, I haven't been online much lately but am glad I was moved to come to your blog today. My thoughts and prayers are with you, so very sad. I watched the tribute video, too. It is beyond moving and even though I didn't know him, I was moved to tears at seeing such beautiful photos of his life and your family's life. Very touching, indeed.