I’ll tell you a story …
It was the year 1991 and I was fresh out of college had no idea what I wanted to do for a career. As can happen some times, an opportunity arose when a neighbour told the my mother that the federal government was hiring and applied for the job. I went to the interview, nervous as could be, when this ‘older’ man, Larry, appeared – feathered hair (that was still the style at the time), big moustache, sports coat – he definitely looked the part. I wasn’t intimated … it was more like a was in awe.
Larry saw something in me and offered me the job a couple of weeks later. During the first week on the job, Larry asked me out to lunch and shared numerous stories … stories about the job … stories of the company baseball team … stories of his family.
Two years later I moved on to another position, but the we continued our friendship. Fast forward 30 of years of life, marriage, children, loss and more fun than anyone deserves, we remained friends ever since.
We are 20 years apart in age, with very different histories and life experiences … but we quickly became friends, both in our professional and personal lives. Two people, despite being very different, took the time to get to know each as individuals, accepted our differences and appreciated each other for the goodness that they brought to the world.
I am writing this to help me with the loss of a great friend … my friend, Larry. My first real boss, my first ‘adult’, friend, best friend a person could ever ask for and one hell of a guy. Larry was my personal, real life wikkid. He lived an amazing life and taught me so much … I will miss you dearly