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.