This is going to be a strange thing to do, but I will try. You see, I have at this time only one living family member, and she and I are far enough removed that it would be difficult for her to try and write this, so I will write my own obituary. Sounds stupid, but I have to do it now, as I won't be able to do it later. I, Larry S. Ross, was born in the old deaconess hospital in Bozeman on the 29th day of October 1941, just six years and a few hours after my oldest sister. Yes, I was born on her birthday. Thomas Edward Ross and Bessie Mae Creecy Ross were my mother and father; they are both deceased.
I grew up and attended school at Belgrade, Mont., graduating in the spring of 1959. I entered the U.S. Navy
just four days after graduation, and served until December 1962. I attained the rank of Electricians Mate second class, and was honorably discharged. I served aboard the USS Bradford, the USS Koontz, and the USS Edmonds.
In the spring of 1964, I met and married Patricia Ann Croston at Bozeman. Over the years, I lived and worked at a variety of places and jobs from farm worker to meat cutter to police officer
to a manufacturing plant maintenance man to a laborer for the City of Bozeman, retiring after 22 years.
I always had a love for music and over the years, played guitar and sang, mostly for self entertainment, but at times playing for others. I started writing poetry in the mid 1980s and have made that my entertainment for the past several years, along with writing a number of short stories as well as two volumes of my childhood memories.
I was preceded in death by my wife of 38 years, Pat Ross; both of my parents, and my older sister, Patricia Ann Graham. I am survived by one sister and her husband, Judy and Harold Velkkamp, three nieces and two stepsons, and their wives/husbands and children.
Cremation has taken place and the ashes will be scattered as per my wishes. There will be no services. To all those that I have met and come to know throughout my lifetime, I thank you for being a part of my life, and to those that I might have offended in some way, consider this my final apology. I am reminded of a little verse that is entitled, "How Much You'll Be Missed," and it goes like this: "If you think that you'll be missed after you are gone, try this little test. Take a large bucket and fill it with warm water. Roll up your sleeve and put your hand down into the water clear to the bottom. Now you can swish around all you like, and suddenly jerk your hand out, and look at the hole you left, that is how much you'll be missed once you are gone" (author unknown).
Memorials in Larry's name may be made to Heart of the Valley Humane Society, PO Box 11390, Bozeman, MT 59719.
Arrangements are in the care of Dokken-Nelson Funeral Service, www.dokkennelson.com.