My house is located next door to the Wojtowicz’  house. To some that would be the definition of a neighbor. But Larry was the personification of the old fashioned, true “neighbor”. I always knew that, whatever I needed, he would be there – with his easy companionability and his ready smile – to lend a hand. When I was housebound with a colicky baby he came over and cleared the snow off the driveway. When our lawn mower broke he spent hours working on repairing it for us. When we were out of town he came over and cared for our dogs. When we were working out in the yard he would lean over the fence with friendly banter or come over and work side by side with us. Knowing that he was always there, right next door, gave me a feeling of security and safety.

Larry was many things to many people. He was a loyal husband, a devoted father, a cherished friend, a responsible hunting partner, a good family man and a reliable employee. To me he was my neighbor. The amount of sorrow I feel at losing him in that small role speaks volumes for the kind of person Larry was. He was a truly generous and genuinely kind man. He will be deeply missed by all who knew him.