Here are two very young men. One-year-old Mr. Tennis and his Uncle Larry. I first met Larry when Mr. T and I first started dating. He would spend most of his weekends at the lake with Gramps.
So, this is the picture I usually have in mind when I think of this very special man:
Relaxing in the hammock, strung between two pine trees down by the lake. If Larry wasn't clearing the yard or out in the boat, you could usually find him here in this tranquil spot with a smile on his face.
Larry passed away just a couple of years ago and we still miss his gentle presence. All the years I knew him he would say "Hi Ann", shake my hand and look at me with the same crooked smile that his father had.
Happy Birthday Day Uncle Larry!