Larry Wheaton

September 17, 1945April 12, 2019

Larry Wheaton, age 73, of Dayton, Ohio passed away on Friday, April 12, 2019 at Hospice of Dayton. He was born in Coldwater, Michigan on September 17, 1945 to Robert and Esther Wheaton; both, of whom precede him in death. Larry is survived by his beloved wife; Patricia Wheaton; his three children; Rick (Tina) Hoag, Laurie (Eddie) Fox, and Jennifer (Justin) Wallace and two sisters; Barbara (Alan) Boots and Molly (Steve) Allan. He is also survived by eleven grandchildren and a great-grandchild. Larry gave his service to the National Guard for four years. He was retired from Beavercreek rental and was most recently working for merchants security. He was a simple yet ornery man whose sense of humor and laughter was contagious. Larry had never met a stranger and loved to cook on his grill, enjoy a beer, watch a NASCAR race, or attend a car show. The most important thing to Larry was his family. The love and devotion he expressed to his wife Patricia will never be forgotten. A Memorial Service will be held Saturday, April 20, 2019 at 2 PM at Tobias Funeral Home 3970 Dayton Xenia Road Beavercreek, Ohio 45432. The family will receive visitors from 1-2 PM. In lieu of flowers, please make donations to Hospice of Dayton. Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at for the Wheaton family.


  • Memorial Visitation Saturday, April 20, 2019
  • Memorial Service Saturday, April 20, 2019

Larry Wheaton

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Sandy Allen

April 16, 2019

Larry and I were friends in high school. The two things I remember most was his sense of humor and his giggle. He was never in a bad mood that I know of.

I'm glad I got to reconnect eight years ago at our nephew's wedding. Still that person who always had something humorous to say.

Rest In Peace Larry. Life well done!

Jennifer wallace

April 15, 2019

My dad was a wonderful man. He loved to make everyone laugh and did what he could to make sure that everyone he cared about was taken care of.

While sitting by his bed at hospice, the one memory that kept playing over and over is when he taught me how to ride my bike. I remember him holding me up until I was steady and letting go... I made it to our driveway and tipped over. He helped dust me off and we tried again. He was always right there my whole life, just in case I fell. He'd always pick me up and dust me off and tell me to try again.

Thanks for never giving up on me dad. Love you