Larry Wayne Roberson

My uncle Larry was the sweetest man and husband to Lib. My first memory in my life of being cuddled - ever- was my uncle Larry on Christmas Day at Libs house with Uncle Larry rocking me for hours and hours and me being fascinated with how soft his velour sweater was and twirling my fingers in his hair , as he rocked me to sleep.I felt so safe it never left my memories from that day. He sang to me and told me how much he loved me and didn´t get up to eat because I was asleep in his arms. He...

Lib and Jeff, I was very sorry to hear of Larry´s death. I will never forget the many golf trips he put together for those of us at Hampton Heights. It was always a wonderful time and his work in putting it together was well appreciated. In addition, no one had a more giving spirit. It was hard not to like just like Larry and it may be a cliche but "he was a good man." I will be in prayer for you.