It was exactly two years ago this weekend when I wrote about a going-away party at a friend’s gorgeous house, with loads of food and drink and great people all around. Here. It was our friend, Larry, who in so many ways, was larger than life. He was the center of a universe and everything revolved around him.
I will always remember him like this picture: Organizing something, making lots of things happen, being the center of our universe, knowing everyone and being a generous host. We’re scoping out a location for a benefit party and he made it happen.
He’s here, carrying a tray of our specially-made Eastsides, the down and dirty version of Southsides. He knew I made up the recipe and asked me to mix it up in huge batches for the party.
A few months after this party, Larry was badly injured during a shooting while he was sitting on his front steps. Some drifter didn’t like what Larry had said or done, and shot him and another friend, who died. Here.
As often as I say that Baltimore’s not just The Wire, sometimes it is. A year and a half after being shot, Larry has died. He struggled so hard, had uncountable surgeries, spent months and months in hospital, was cared for by a team who visited with him long after he’d left their care, and was loved by more people than he will ever know.
His murderer is scheduled to go to trial later this month, now for a double murder. I am not a good enough person to forgive this man. Not at this point in time.
It is all that I can hope that Larry’s love and friendship continues to echo through the universe and that he will be remembered by all as the wonderful man that I was lucky enough to know.