Pat we all love you and Luck very
much praying for you Lucky was blessed having
A good wife need anything let us know Bill and Janie ❤️❤️❤️

Larry was a good neighbor and friend. He was an excellent Board member. He would always be the first person to help. He was very kind and considerate. We both will miss him very much.

I am blessed to have known Larry and will always appreciate the love and kindness he showed my family.

Friends and family are invited to join us in honoring Larry with a Celebration of Life on Tuesday March 24 between 4pm and 8pm at The Venue, 2700 S US Route 1, Vero Beach.

Please join us for a Celebration of Life for Larry (“Lucky”) in his hometown of Milford, Connecticut on Wednesday April 22, at the Elks Lodge, 124 New Haven Ave between 4 pm and 8 pm.

Larry was a wonderful person. He was kind and thoughtful and always willing to help others. He will be greatly missed.

May you rest in peace

Larry was my best friend I loved him and he loved me I will miss him every single day one time we went to Las Vegas for a tournament and then played golf I was the closest to the hole and Joe t was supposed to buy dinner but he didn’t rest now my friend I will miss you forever

Dear Pat and family, please accept my family’s deepest condolences at the passing of Larry. Simply put, he was the best and will be profoundly missed.

This chilly Sunday morning found us once again along the banks of the Severn River near the U.S. Naval Academy. We first made this trip from our nearby Maryland home in June of 2024 when we “launched” a packet containing some of the ashes of his son Andy, who had lost a courageous struggle with cancer.

The significance of the location was that the Severn was a link to Larry’s past when he’d sail in the weekly Wednesday Night Races in Annapolis, a popular summer event since 1959.

And now Larry’s multi-year journey with cancer has ended. “It is what it is,” he said when the subject turned to his health during numerous phone calls over the past few years. He always seemed more focused at putting his friends at ease rather than exposing any vulnerability or doubts he might be experiencing.

Whatever fears Larry might’ve harbored during this journey were kept to himself. He was a rock. But then again, he was a rock back when I first knew him in school.

He was “Lucky,” a nickname given him by his father. But we adopted the more over-articulated pronunciation coined by a classmate of “Lucky Bodicks” (delivered as Lucky Bowdeeks.)

Larry was a magnet, effortlessly drawing anyone into his orbit. An athlete displaying that rare ability to excel in a variety of sports, whether it be football, bowling and later in life with sailing, volleyball and golf. When shooting pool, it was wise to seek cover whenever he powered up for a break shot.

I suffered the misfortune of being on the receiving end of a Larry tackle during a pickup game of football in 1972. I believe — and excuse me for embellishing this a bit — but it wasn’t until June of 1995 that the pain from that hit finally subsided.

But people were also drawn to Larry for the simple reason was that he a good guy. A decent guy. A faithful friend. And he was that way from the day I first knew him until when we last spoke earlier this month. I deluded myself by ignoring the fact that the advent of him requiring hospice care wouldn’t interfere with plans by Leo and myself to visit him in April. I tried to convince myself that he’d weathered so many challenges over so many years that this was just the latest one for him to beat. He had the heart of a lion but even a lion succumbs to mortality.

I refused to accept Larry’s mantra “it is what it is.” And now he’s gone. And I’ll say one more time, “I love you, bud.”

Instead of visiting him in Vero Beach next month I’ll drive to Milford for a celebration of his life. The trip will include a visit to Milford Boat Works where we’d hang out at the dock while he pumped gas. None of us envisioned that summer job would lead to a successful career as foreman at the boat yard. Then again, what teen devotes a second in the summer to wondering what the future holds other than how to score some beer, what time to go down Gulf Beach or which hotel pool to sneak into: Holiday Inn or Howard Johnson’s?

Yes, Larry was a rock. But so, too, is Pat, his wife of 27 years. Friends and loved ones often experience small glimpses of the hell one goes through dealing with cancer. But Pat was there from the outset.

We’re so thankful she was by Larry’s side throughout his ordeal. I’m confident that Larry, who often gave strength to others, was on the receiving end of immeasurable strength from Pat. I have no doubt her being by his side helped him savor the happiness of any victory in his recovery efforts but, more importantly, softened the pain of any setbacks.

Pat, I pray that in the days ahead your network of family and friends will ease your grief. Yes, we lost Larry way too soon, but your fortitude allowed him embrace life’s greatest gift to the end, the gift of love.

He might’ve been nicknamed Lucky but in reality, we are the lucky ones because we got to call him friend.

Friendship with Larry
Was the Best of Times

It’s comforting to know you’re near, Larry, chuckling as you do, feeling your light and hearing your laugh. We miss your touch and embrace. Godspeed on your journey…until we meet again. Love you Brother ❤️