Great Grandpa Larry

In honor of Larry A. Long

03.30.1934 - 06.07.2010

Remember

When the morning sun paints the clouds on the horizon, 

I'll be there. 

When the fragrance of the lilacs and peonies fill the spring air, 

I'll be there. 

When the sky darkens, lightning cracks, thunder rumbles, rain bounces from the ground

and the air smells fresh and clean, 

I'll be there. 

When the leaves of the fall are gold, yellow and shades of crimson, 

I'll be there.

When the wind swirls the snow, 

and the moonlight on the snow looks like a field of diamonds, 

I'll be there. 

Remember.