He will regard the prayer of the destitute, and not despise their
This is what my mother wrote about Larry. He was my dad's youngest son by his ex-wife Edna. He felt he was never the same after the divorce. It seemed to forever affect him. She met him after she started dating his dad. He was so lost after the divorce he resorted to substance abuse to forget about things. He just wanted someone to love him as he tried find his way in life. He was a very talented artist with a God given gift. But his life was sad and tragic in how it ended. He was searching in life for something. I don't know if he ever found it. I pray he did. He died of a drug overdose. Was it suicide? We don't know. But Dad mourned for him for a long time. He blamed himself and I think he always did. He wished he had done something more for him.
This is what my mother wrote about her memory of him.
In memory of Larry Gargus
A little boy of 13 years of age.
I met, when I met his Dad.
Who in 69 became my husband.
A son of 13 I had then.
A little boy so lost and hurt.
Who I couldn't seem to understand.
But he and I had some great times of love and joy together.
Sharing our love and trying to find each other and understand each other.
A fine boy he was.
Soon we had a brother for him.
A picture of his brother he drew as I set and watched him with a happy smile upon his face.
But soon Larry grew into manhood.And soon was wandering on life's busy street.
But treasured still was the life we had shared.
Oh, how I wish I could again hear his cries of delight on Christmas when he opened his gift of love from his Dad and I.
For a loving heart never forgets the smile of a young boy's face.
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