For Uncle Lary, there are far too many memories to even convey. From the road trips to fix up the cabin, where he would often return home to Aunt Jean with a new “Van De Lay Industries” injury, to the times he would stop by our house to watch American Idol, after which we would sing Karaoke until he had to head home. Lary was one of, if not the most, uniquely caring people that I know. I say this with conviction, he left a deep impression on those who knew him.
