This year, Tim and Chad weren't able to make it so I flew down myself. Larry had just lost his brother, Jeff, in a car accident, and I wasn't sure if we were going to do the film or not, but Ashley said he would be ready. When he picked me up from the airport I was immediately at ease and remembering why I liked Larry so much. Here was a guy who had just lost his brother and he was concerned that my room and flight were comfortable. He put the needs of other above himself. Always.
As the filming went on we shared many laughs. Larry had many friends, but as a speaker said at the funeral, when you were with Larry it was like you were his only friend. Despite texting a lot, I had only met Larry face to face two times, yet felt as though we were good friends by the end of filming his last Born Free film. We called a wrap and went to a bar to celebrate and hang out. It was one of those perfect weekends filled with laughter, tomfoolery and friendship.
In a world of prevarication, Larry's honesty, manners and goodness stood out to me. He was a southern gentlemen in every sense of the word. I was lucky, if only briefly, to call him my friend.
The idea of reincarnation appeals to the wannabe physicist in me. Energy can neither be created or destroyed. It simply disassembles and then reassembles into something else, but perhaps the essence remains. Larry's essence was goodness and it lives on through whatever form Larry takes now.
If you can remember someone, then they never truly die. Let us always remember Larry Pierce.