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Old 08-14-2003, 11:26 AM   #4
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In loving memory of my dear friend, Larry Preston, who passed in 1990.

He was such a beautiful person inside and out. He always made me feel so beautiful and smart. :) He and I had so many laughs together and he was always there if I was down to bring me back up....He was a rare jewel.

I'll tell ya how rare he was. My first husband and I didn't have a will written, but did have written that if something were to happen to my husband that Larry would be the one who would handle all our financial affairs. My first husband trusted him that much.

Well, Larry had gotten really ill, going back and forth to doc. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. They finally diagnosed him with Lupas, but by the time they thought they could get a handle on it, it was too late.

I called Larry once a week - just like clockwork. Each week he would take my call and I would tell him I wanted to come see him, and he told me he was fine, that I needed to worry about my new husband and my baby. When he got so ill that he couldn't work, he still took my calls at home and was always so happy to hear my voice. He made me feel so great all the time.

I called him on his birthday, January 13 and had sent him flowers. He could hardly talk. :( He was very sick and I begged him to let me come see him - he said that he would be fine - that all I needed to remember was that he loved me very much, and that I was beautiful. And he thanked me for remembering his birthday and he was blessed to have me in his life.

For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to call the next week. Thinking back on it, it is too weird....I just didn't call. When I called the second week, the phone at home, which I knew was right beside his bed, rang and rang. I immediately called his parent's business and hysterically asked the secretary where was Larry??? She paused and said, "Let me get Ann."

His mother came on the phone. "My dear Kay. Larry passed 2 days after he talked to you. He told us to tell you that he loved you very much. But one thing he didn't tell us and we couldn't remember for the life of us, was your new married last name. We called all over Richmond looking for you. There was no funeral. Larry didn't want that. He just wanted us to be sure to tell you along with all his friends, how much he loved you and enjoyed your friendship. And as his mother, I also want to thank you for being his friend." By this time, needless to say, I was in tears. She went on to tell me that I wouldn't have recognized him - that the Lupas had caused curvature of his joints and he made his family swear that I would not see him like that. He loved me that much - his mother said that he wanted me to remember the vibrant, loving, crazy Larry. The one who could dance until 3 in the morn - then find the afterparty. The one who would then get up and fix everyone around breakfast (which usually consisted of ordering out). He wanted me to remember him stepping in to take me to my company dance when my then boyfriend bailed out at the last minute, and us wrecking those peoples nerves with our craziness. He wanted me to remember us laughing so hard that he rammed his cadillac into a huge parking barrier, in front of these two people who almost **** themselves, and how we couldn't stop laughing long enough to care - he just backed up, corrected and went thru the right way. (little damage) He wanted me to remember his white cadillac and his red shoes. And his crystal blue eyes.

To Larry Bennett Preston - my dear friend - I know you are still with me, because I can hear you laughing at me now for crying at my terminal (They should fire you! Do they know what you are doing there??? Buck it up, chickie...) Thank you for allowing me to know you.....my life was touched so much by you.



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