My memories of uncle Lary are always of fun, quick wit and love. Since the day I met him, I was about 5 years old, he put me on his shoulders and carried me around. I was the first niece. Then we came to the states and lived at his house for a while and it was always an adventure. In my teens he was there, because of him I was got a scholarship to go to college because he guided me and literally held my hand to the college to go talk to the counselor. As an adult, he was my buddy and I was his Keke...I will miss his smile and silliness always! I love you uncle Lary...Salud...