December 11, 1928 – May 11, 2018
Lawrence Goldin was born on December 11, 1928 in Manhattan. 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.
- Graveside Services Thursday, May 17, 2018