Thursday, July 11, 2019
In the wee hours of July 2, 2018, the first man I loved and the first man to love me, bade his farewell to earthly life. My dad, Larry Hughes Tucker, was a good man. He was extremely generous, some would say to a fault. He gave his time, money, and love without expecting anything in return. He had a dry sense of humor that never failed to surprise and delight. He had his share of hardship but never said a bad word about anyone. He was not perfect but he was close enough. My dad raised my sister, Louise Tucker, and me in a time when single fathers were practically unheard of. It was his greatest gift to me. Like every parent, he made mistakes, but I know he did the best he could. What else can one ask of a parent? He taught me to be independent and to pay attention to things such as good credit and creating savings. The fact that only two of the three lessons stuck is not on him. The best way I know how to honor my father is to strive to be more like him. To be kind to everyone, to help those in need, to never ever utter a bad word about anyone (except when it comes to politicians), to show grace in all situations, and to be the best friend possible. What seemed easy to him won’t be so easy for me but I’m determined to do his memory justice. Dad is survived by his daughters, Louise Laurie Tucker and Leslie Tucker; his grandchildren, Cheryl Ann Moreno, Adam Dunn, Brendon Bass, and Christina Lydick; and his great-grandchildren, Haley Cranston, Izzy Moreno, Joe Moreno, and Olivia Lydick. He also leaves behind a sister, four nephews, a niece, numerous grand nieces and nephews, and many friends. I miss him.
