I first met Larry the day I came in to be fitted for my uniforms a few days before I started to work in the Safety & Security department. I had not met him before and did not know who he was. But when I came into the office, he greeted me by name and welcomed me to the department, stating that he was glad I was here. That made quite a first impression on me. I would soon learn that was classic Larry Lundy. He was that way to everyone. He seemed to know everyone who worked at the college, and treated them all as lifelong friends. If Larry knew about something you did outside of work, no matter how trivial, he would ask you about it when he saw you next. He cared about people and always made them feel at ease. He was always a generous with his time, and I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the times he offered to buy me breakfast. Larry took an interest in you and the things you cared about. I have two small dogs that are like family to me. Larry immediately sensed that, and asked me about them at least once a week, and he took the time to look at every picture I ever showed to him without complaint, even though I showed him so many of them. Other than the occasional anecdote, Larry didn’t speak about himself all that often. He was more interested in talking about his family. He was very proud of his children, and he loved his wife Debbie like they were newlyweds. Whenever he worked on Saturdays, you could count on Debbie dropping by the office, and they would eat breakfast or just talk for a bit. They were not only husband and wife, they were best friends who clearly loved each other and had as good a marriage as anyone I’ve ever known. In an age where divorce is as common as changing a flat tire, I could not imagine Larry or Debbie ever considering such a thought. I lost track of the number of people who stopped in the Security office, and the number of people who stopped me because I was in uniform, just to ask how Larry was doing during his final days. People that I didn’t think knew who Larry was stopped me to ask about him. I went to say goodbye to Larry at the hospital on his final day; Debbie told me that over 150 people had come to see him. The number surprised me at first, but after 1/15th of a second, I wasn’t surprised at all. If the number of people who care about you is a measure of life success, then Larry was a very successful person. It goes without saying I will hate not seeing Larry in the office each morning. I am grateful that I cannot recall ever having one cross word with him. One Sunday morning about seven months ago, I stopped by to see him because my shift had ended and he’d just arrived on campus to work a special event. We talked for a while about life in general. I don’t like to get emotional or sentimental with people, but I told him that even though I don’t say it often enough, I am glad to know him and to work with him. I told him I considered him more a friend than a co-worker. Of course, he said the same to me and he couldn’t have been more sincere. My lasting impression about Larry is even stronger than the first...as a good friend and family man. My only regret is that three years is all the time I'll get to work with him. When I think of him, I think of him smiling. That’s why I selected the picture of him above, and that’s the way I will always remember him.