Mom and Dad are pictured here when they lived for a time on some land in Northern Arizona. I helped Dad build a cabin for he and Mom after Dad had a heart attack and took retirement early. The land they bought was near Seligman, Arizona, on the I40 not too far from Flagstaff. The whole idea was sadly not practical. They did not have the resources or stamina to live in a place where the weather could turn the only road out of the area to a muddy impassable mess that could not be navigated  except by very heavy duty 4X4 trucks. Winter was impossible, so they moved to Seligman for a while, and eventually back to Yuma. They sincerely believed that Our Lord wanted them on the land and that His Second Coming was nigh. After the cabin was up I returned to Phoenix to work, but I was constantly worried about them both; and with good reason for Mom fell and punctured her lung and had to be air-lifted out to the hospital. It was a difficult heart-rending time in my life and theirs yet it remains my strongest memory of my Father to this day.

Uncle Don was my mother's youngest sister's husband and was the last of his generation alive on my mom's side of the family.  After my Aunt Mickey died I began calling my Uncle Don to be supportive.  I hadn't much known him until then, but we developed a friendship.  While our opinions on many matters were wildly divergent we strongly agreed on our love of God and family.  As his dear cousin Terry wrote in another memory, we both know how ardently Uncle Don missed his dear Mickey - like Terry and Don's children, I too am gratified that he is reunited with his love at last.
Rest in peace, Uncle Don and thank you for your friendship.

And I pray that my cousins and their children be comforted in this time of loss - prayers for Donny & Mark, Steve & family, Peggy & Dan and family and Jon & Miriam and family.

Don is a first cousin and I only found him through a good friend living in Illinois.  After so many years of not knowing each other, you would not think we would connect.  Don and I sserved nearly identical career paths, serving first in the US military and then serving to support the US military as civilians, for all of our working lives.  And...we raised our families.  I think when we made THAT connection, we started our friendship.  I am grateful to Diane and especially to Don's daughter Peggy.  Don's father was my great uncle in Nebraska. As it ended up, I knew a lot about our Larson family connection and I hoped it would provide Don's family with a connection to their roots.  I will miss him but I am happy he is with Mickey...that is something he wanted most of all.  If I could not have a life time of knowing him, it was still an honor to know him this past year.  He made this country a safer place to live. He worked hard...I know that.....and he loved his Mickey.  She must have really been special.  Godspeed young warrior.

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Donald Leroy Larson

10 septiembre, 1933 – 18 octubre, 2018

Johnson Mortuary & Desert Lawn Memorial Park

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