Barry Lynn Lostroh
November 14, 1949 – February 13, 2021
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Barry was born in Lincoln, NE. to Irwin and Arvilla Lostroh (Dankers). He is survived by his son Chris, daughter-in-law Marita, grandson Liam; son Bob, daughter-in-law Melanie, grandsons Logan and Ben; son Josh, granddaughter Harley; sister Judy, brother-in-law Jeff; former wife and best friend Sandy Pettinger; aunt Betty Lostroh; and five cousins. He was preceded in death by his parents; former wife Vicky Lostroh (Smith); and his beloved dog Buddy.
On the day Barry was born in 1949 he was 2 months premature and was not expected to survive. From his first moment he had a very powerful will to live. And that he did. Barry graduated in 1968 from Southeast High School lettering in gymnastics. He graduated from the University of Nebraska in Lincoln in 1972 with a degree in economics. GO BIG RED!!! He held many different positions for several companies but he loved his job at Kawasaki Motor cycles the best. After, Barry moved his family to Colorado in 1980 he worked as a mortgage banker. He then earned a teaching degree from Colorado State University (Go Rams) and a Master’s degree from the University of Phoenix. He worked as a teacher at Longmont High School for 12 years.
Barry said that family was the most important thing to him and that his proudest family moments were the births of his sons. Barry was blessed with three bouncing baby boys, who have all grown to be very fine handsome young men with beautiful families of their own. It is, however, surprising that they are all so different. He loved his grandkids and enjoyed playing and spending time with them.
Barry was adventurist. He climbed down to the bottom of the Grand Canyon to camp and then had to climb back out. He summited most of the fourteeners in Colorado, including Longs Peak several times. He climbed Mt. Elbert with his sons Chris and Bob. He loved the outdoors and traveled to most of the National Parks. Some of his favorites were Yellowstone, Glacier, and of course Rocky Mountain. He was also a car enthusiast. His 1st was a 1965 & ½ Ford Mustang and his last an Audi S5 with so many in-between. As “King of the road” he traveled coast-to-coast on family trips, including New York City, Disney World, Disney Land, and many National Parks.
Barry truly loved music that started with AM radio. He was so excited when FM radio came to be. He shared his love for music with everyone, especially his boys. He taught his sons how to install audio equipment and build speaker boxes, even helping win car stereo competitions. Barry’s mom said he was always playing in the dirt but never cared how dirty he or his clothes got because he was having so much fun. This sparked his love of plants. He almost always had a garden with lots of tomato plants. He just couldn’t eat enough fresh tomatoes. When it became too difficult to garden he started growing house plants. There are 47 in his home now.
Barry also enjoyed meeting and talking to new people. Not to talk about himself instead he was truly interested to learn about others and their stories. He could get anyone to smile and had an inviting smile of his own, but the best was his ornery grin.
Most of you know that Barry had many health challenges. He rarely complained. With that same powerful will to live he beat most of the odds. You could never count him out. He was our miracle baby. Some called him a bionic man. Barry received help from Heaven, his family, and Sandy who was a tremendous caregiver for three decades. Barry lived a full life on earth.
Barry loved flowers and they would be welcomed from friends wishing to send them. Barry requested that memorial donations be made to The Humane Society.
The family thanks you for all your thoughts and prayers.
Visitation with Family
Friday, February 26, 2021
Saturday, February 27, 2021
Saturday, February 27, 2021
Barry Lynn Lostroh
February 27, 2021
Dear Lostroh family,please accept my condolences on Barry's passing.Barry was a good friend for many many years,may he rest in peace.
February 26, 2021
When I think of Barry, I remember his warm, smile. He would always take time to listen and would let you know that what you had to say was important to him.
February 24, 2021
I was deeply saddened to learn of Barry's passing, his succumbing to the health issues that persisted in the last year especially.
I only met Barry three years ago, but he touched my life with his smile, his caring interest and support. I loved his positive attitude in the midst of his health issues - never wanting to surrender his life, never giving up for so long. I so enjoy hearing about his life's adventures!
I know he was very dedicated to his family - they were absolutely the most important people in his life. And, Sandy, he never stopped loving you. Thank you for being his dearest companion.
May that smile of his stay with us all! Much peace to you all.
February 21, 2021
I'm the one that talked Barry into backpacking to the bottom of Grand Canyon with Pete Horacek. It was June, 1994. Barry and I taught at Longmont High at the time. Getting into the Canyon was pretty easy...we had gravity on our side. Hiking back out, not so much. Gravity was still there but now working against us. We had a great time hiking in and struggling to hike back out. Barry was a good man and good teacher. I know his family and friends will miss him greatly.
Maria Angela Leyton-Lostroh
February 20, 2021
Barry, my father-in-law, was one of the kindest and most positive people I have known. I still remember the first time we met and the warm and welcoming person he always was with my parents and myself.
Barry made it to our wedding in Peru and our family trip to Cuzco (Machu Picchu) in 2013. We were worried about his heart but he did great and had a great time!. We enjoyed visiting him and spending time together, especially during the past years. Barry was a lovely grandpa and we are grateful that Liam will keep those lovely memories.
One of our last conversations was about the Covid vaccine and he was very happy and we as well! Also, I offered to cook for him and he said "you are a very good cook Maria Angela, I've always liked what you've made", he always made people feel special.
Barry is in our hearts and we will keep and treasure those beautiful memories. Barry's legacy and love was about who he was for his family and is how he will be remembered. Barry in life always was a loyal, kind, respectful and lovely person and he will be missed. "For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him". We love you Barry, a big kiss to heaven.
February 20, 2021
We are Barry's next door neighbors, Lynn and Ray. Barry moved into his new house about same time as we did. Barry and I would talk "over the fence" about anything and everything. In the evening Barry would come over to my house and we would sit on the back porch-me and my beer and Barry and his orange juice-and begin to tell each others life stories-great times! I told my children of Barry's passing and told them that Barry, was the "best neighbor any one would want, he was kind, smart, friendly, soft spoken, great listener."
We miss you good friend and will forever remember you!
February 18, 2021
I was Barry’s future Brother-in-Law in the summer of 1982, & he figured out that by age 29, I wasn’t going to find anyone better than his wife’s sister, so after everyone else was gone, after dinner, he just said, “When are you finally going to ask Calvert to marry you!?”
I had known her for 10 years, & if you’re reading this, then you probably know Barry’s wit & wisdom, as it seemed more like a statement than a question.
We all have those what-if moments, but ‘what if’ he hadn’t given me that ‘questionable intentions’ moment, would I be the happily married man that I am today? I just better say “Yes,” for the record, & we got hitched in December of ‘82, thank the Lord (& Barry, of course)!!!
February 16, 2021
Josh, I’m so sorry to read of your dads passing. I always enjoyed talking to him when he would drop you off at daycare when you were a little spitfire of a kid. Prayers for the whole family.
FOR BARRY’S KIDS AND GRANDKIDS ~ By Art Pansing
I wrote a piece for this spot originally, but Sandy urged me to tell more stories. I’ve realized that there is a lot of Barry's life to which I'm probably the only remaining witness. So, for Barry's kids and grandkids:
Barry and I became friends as sophomores in high school in Lincoln, NE, 46 years ago. It started when I shot a spit wad at the guy sitting next to Barry in choir. Of course, I hit Barry instead. He wasn’t pleased. He allowed as how he would see me after school to even the score. I allowed as how I was nowhere to be found
We remained the best of friends for all those years.
Not too long thereafter, we started playing poker most weekends together. He loved it, but was never very good at it.
Before his marriage to Vicky, Barry made plans to hide his car on the day of his wedding in order to save it from wedding pranks. So, Judy, the Smith twins and I stole it the night before and had our ways with it. Great fun!
During one of Nebraska football’s heydays, when we were winning the national championship nearly every year, Barry, Vicky and I drove to 3 [count ‘em] straight Orange Bowls in Barry’s 442. It had a huge turbo-charged engine. I swear that you could see the fuel gauge drop when you drove it floored. Anyway, as we were driving back from one of the bowls, a huge chunk of concrete fell off a truck right in front of us and started bouncing toward us at a great rate of speed. We swerved around it just in time. We all thought we were dead.
Another time when we were coming back, we ran into the mother of all blizzards in Missouri, Kansas and southern Nebraska. When we finally got stuck, we were in loafers and short sleeved shirts [straight from Miami] and had to walk ½ a mile in the blizzard across fields to the nearest farmhouse. They were great and put us up for the night. We slept on the floor in front of a wood stove.
I’ve heard a couple renditions of Barry’s rehabbing his house in Lincoln. What really happened was that Barry was going to fix a crack in one of the walls. He ended up tearing out all the PLASTER [not drywall] in his house, walls and ceilings, downstairs and up. The plaster was 2-4 feet deep everywhere. Vicky, who had no warning, was understandably not pleased. [When he was done, the house was really gorgeous, of course.] He and I spent hundreds of hours sitting on the wonderful porch of that house, watching a slow world go by.
Someone put a pic of Barry and his bike on this memory page. It reminded me that he spent a year working on that 650 BSA. When it was done, it was beautiful. I had a motorcycle, too, so we drove all over Lincoln together. One night, we pulled up to a red light on “O” street. I looked over in time to see Barry and his bike slowly fall over. Turns out, Barry forgot to put his feet down! It was like something out of a Charlie Chaplin movie. While I was crying from laughing so hard, I helped him put out the fire. Miraculously, the bike suffered no damage!
Another time, we were driving down sorority row in Lincoln, and Barry decided to do a wheelie in order to impress the girls. He hit the gas a little too hard, the bike jumped up in the air, and Barry slid off the back. Determined not to lose his bike, he held on to the handlebars for dear life and ran down the street behind the bike. Talk about funny…
Barry told the story of how, when he was in Japan to study Kawasaki bikes, they put a big Harley engine on one table and put a big Kawasaki engine on another table next to it. They used it as an example of the engineering at the time in Japan compared to the US. They revved both engines up. The Kaw sat still on the table, but screaming. When the Harley started to scream, it vibrated so violently that it threw itself off the table.
He loved his time in Japan.
Barry was in charge of the whole assembly line at the plant in Lincoln. One year, he used his employee discount to let me buy a motorcycle at his price. We went out to his assembly line together and picked out my bike. I drove it for 32 years! [Now, I drive a scooter.]
Barry, our friend Pete, and I took a motorcycle ride from Denver to Vail to Medicine Bow Mountains in Wyoming and back to Denver in the late 1970’s. He borrowed a 1300cc from the Kawasaki factory, I had a 650cc, and Pete had a 350cc. Great fun! Never do it again!
Barry was quite the gymnast. He wasn’t much into the jock scene at Southeast, but he became one as the result of his prowess and skill. He never bragged to me or anyone else about his successes. I had to find out at school.
Soon after he arrived in Denver, he went to work as the Chief Executive Officer of Drywall Material Sales, Inc. He made quite a go of it until the bottom dropped out of the entire construction industry, including Barry’s company. EVERYONE went broke. I was always sad that the timing had been so unlucky. It was from his company and other similar clients that I got my expertise in contract and construction law.
One of the things that made Barry and Sandy so compatible was their love of cars. I spent most my life driving clunkers. Barry NEVER drove a clunker. He always had top-notch cars…fast and good lookin’.
Barry spent some time at my family’s cabin in Minnesota twice. My family came to love him, too.
Barry was a sweetheart. He cared for everyone. He was a joy to be around. He always gave his best: from sports to advice. In all our years together, Barry never once misled or lied to me. He was quick to smile and laugh. And, he had native intelligence that was unmatched.
The last 6-8 months, Barry and I talked on the phone every day. Feeling starved for company, in the middle of the covid pandemic, we both agreed to self quarantine over the same 10 days so we could get together at the end without worrying. I was able to spend 3-4 days at his place as a result. We had a great time.
The last time we spoke, the day before he died, I told him I loved him and he told me the same. That gives me great comfort. I hope it gave him some.
This world, my world, is not as good a place without my friend, Barry.