He passed away on May 11th, 2018 at St. Catherine’s Hospital of Smithtown.
Lawrence was a resident at The Gurwin Nursing Home in Commack, NY
at the time of his passing.
In his youth, he resided in NYC, and Pelham, NY, and went to on to raise a family in Great Neck, NY, and finally, Hampton Bays, NY.
Larry graduated from Brooklyn Law School, NYU Dental and Lafayette College for Pharmacy
He studied Dental and Law at NYU, and Laffyette, and later went on to practice as a Pharmacist at Pilgrim State Psychiatric Institute.
He was a veteran and served from 1953- 1955.
Lawrence was married to Roberta Z Last. They divorced, amiably, in 1991.
He was an avid golfer, reader, pianist, chess player, collector, and humorist.
He leaves behind his daughters and their families,
Elizabeth Schoeller of Rye, NY, his son-in-law, Matthew Schoeller,
and his granddaughter, Ava Schoeller, age 9.
Katherine Panico of Austin Texas, his son-in-law, Eric Panico,
and his grandsons, Jared, 18, Ryan, 16, and Jason, 10.
A graveside service will be held at Beth David Cemetery
in Elmont, NY at 2pm on Thursday, May 17th, 2018.
Feel free to bring a golf ball to place at his gravesite.
If ever there was a man so true
That honor would go to my Dad
That was you.
When I was young you held me tight
You guided me to be kind and forthright.
You taught me golf, we sang at the Piano
And when I was down, you were my sparrow.
We talked each day, even wthere was none to say
And countless times we laughed at what had come our way
You were my conscience, my voice, my best friend,
If ever I trusted, it was you, to depend
I loved your voice, so strong and calm
Not much fazed you
You were a man who moved on
You loved deeply, honestly, and committed
No one was more giving than you, unremitted
A loyal son to your parents
You drove to the end
Grandma, she knew it,
Her dear son on her mend.
Money meant nothing
A tag sale in sight
Watch out all on the road
Larry is on the right!
You reading, your swords,
Your books and golf clubs
Your hoarding so vast
A literal link to your past.
From a young age
The piano you played
Just the tunes in your head
No music need be read
You lit up a room
The sounds you relayed
Those in your presence
Were never dismayed
Your mind what a pleasure
So much knowledge
An eternal treasure.
At the age of 3, you studied astronomy,
And to the awe of an adult , you were an anomaly.
Ask a question, and you knew
No one else would have a clue.
Work was a chore, but learning never a bore
Dental school, Law, and pharmacy too
You chose the latter, as it was the least of the batter.
Golf was your calling, your obsession, your science.
The gravity that pulled you
The gyroscope that schooled you
It was those lessons that you gave us,
Your rationale,
Your game of life
The very same reliance
that saved you from your strife.
Many an odd habit or off color joke
We knew there would be laughter
Each time that you spoke.
“AHHH”….
Your sugar on tuna
Or in cream of celery soup
Your mayo poured on
That was not a dupe
Many a tissue sat by your side
Often used, but offered with pride
No soap for you,
as it was really taboo.
Apple juice twas your vodka
A pen in hand,
you would think,
That NY Times crossword completed in a wink
And before I knew it,
you would steal another drink.
Oh Daddy, you’re gone
And my heart hurts so
I hate that your character
has had to go
But, I will look and I will long
For the day when I will see
Your sweet face and love
Reaching out to comfort me.
You’re up in the clouds
A golfer’s delight
Please send me a ball
As it takes flight
Go now, its ok, I love you too.
I will try to become all that you taught me to
My heart hurts just to say
This poem, my words,
my last tribute to you.
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