Thanks to songsofpraise.org for the song "Brother to Brother" Click here to hear again Click here to hear Click here to hear Click here to see the words for "Brother to Brother and also the credits for the song on who wrote it. Click here for the write-up from the program for the Paul Harris Fellowship Dinner Honoring Larry. If your browser supports frames, click here to see these two pages in frames. If your browser doesn't support frames, the page will just be black. I'm Free Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free; I'm following the path God laid for me. I took His hand when I heard Him call; I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day, To laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way; I found that place at the close of day. If my parting has left a void, Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss; Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow; I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My lifes been full; I savored much; Good friends, Good times, a loved one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief; Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart, and share with me; God wanted me now; He sat me free. By Conrad: The rosy cheeks,The impish grin,The glossy pate,Outshone only by his eyes.The meaty hands,So quick to clasp,The witty jibe, Just searching for a rise.A thirst for life,A need for love,A love for laighs,An endless quest for joy.An earnest friend,A husband true,A father proud,But always underneath, the boy.He loved his fun,He loved his toys,A great big kid,Too wise to e'er grow up.He loved his family,He loved his work,He loved his god,An overflowing cup,He plunged the depths,He climbed the heights,There he was lost,Here, everrmore he lies.A hearty soul,A bursting heart, Too filled with love,Too soon the spirit flies.Larry Fuller 1947-1999 He Is Just AwayI cannot say, and I will not sayThat he is dead. He is just away!With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand,He has wandered into an unknown land,And left us dreaming how very fairIt needs must be, since he lingers there,And you-O you, who the wildest yearnFor the old-time step and the glad return,-Think of him faring on, as dearIn the love of there as the love of here;Think of him still as the same, I say:He is not dead-he is just away!by JAMES WHITECOMB RILEY For a full screen picture of my brother(Larry) and family: Click here For another full screen picture of him: Click here To return to this page click your back key or button. WHERE GERONIMO WALKED I have walked where Geronimo walked. I have sailed where Desoto sailed. I have passed LaPetit Roche with LaSalle. I have talked with Petit Jean. As I traveled west, I followed Lewis and Clark. Sacajawea always leading the way. Mount Rushmore, a chiseled dream. Crazy Horse was my childhood playmate. Jim Bridger looks out from the grand Tetons at me.From the banks of the Great Salt Lake, I fight locust and can see the endless stream of sea gulls coming to save the crops andBrigham Young.Arches, Canyonlands, and more pass by asMesa Verde approaches.At each stop I feel the spiritsof the ancient ones as the past livesin my imagination. ...Larry A. Fuller THis is from a email that I got from my neice(his daughter). So I thought that I'd add it here. It is called brothers. "BROTHERS" Sometimes they fought, spoke harsh words....But always cared. And many e-mails they shared. They shared many childhood memories...And a few adult fantasies. They both were different, but the same because they carried on the Fuller name..... This is from a e-card from Bluemountainarts.com.This is in honor of my brother on Fathers Day June 20 1999 For You,My Brother.on Father's Day This Father's dayI would love for you to know something...I think you're a pretty wonderful guy.aand a great father, too.And I know I don't tell youoften enough how muchyou mean to me.and how much you always have...but you're someone I dearly love.I think of you a lot, and one thoughtthat has crossed my mind so manytimes is that...of the millionsof brothers in the world...I somehow managed to beblessed with the best one of all. -Poem by Laurel Atherton Have a Great Father's Day Larry Alan Fuller 1947-1999 DO NOT LINK TO OR DOWNLOAD(COPY) ANY OF THESE PICTURES OR MUSIC ON THIS PAGE. ALSO DO NOT COPY ANY OF THESE POEMS. ANOTHER WORDS ANY COPYING OR REPRODUCTION OF THIS PAGE IN WHOLE OR IN PART IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS WRITTEN PREMISSION OF ME THE WEBMASTER AND AUTHOR.' 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I could not stay another day, To laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way; I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void, Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss; Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow; I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My lifes been full; I savored much; Good friends, Good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief; Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart, and share with me; God wanted me now; He sat me free.
The rosy cheeks,The impish grin,The glossy pate,Outshone only by his eyes.
The meaty hands,So quick to clasp,The witty jibe, Just searching for a rise.
A thirst for life,A need for love,A love for laighs,An endless quest for joy.
An earnest friend,A husband true,A father proud,But always underneath, the boy.
He loved his fun,He loved his toys,A great big kid,Too wise to e'er grow up.
He loved his family,He loved his work,He loved his god,An overflowing cup,
He plunged the depths,He climbed the heights,There he was lost,Here, everrmore he lies.
A hearty soul,A bursting heart, Too filled with love,Too soon the spirit flies.
Larry Fuller 1947-1999
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And I know I don't tell youoften enough how muchyou mean to me.and how much you always have...but you're someone I dearly love.
I think of you a lot, and one thoughtthat has crossed my mind so manytimes is that...of the millionsof brothers in the world...
I somehow managed to beblessed with the best one of all.
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