Monday, May 30, 2016
Lawrence a fried since the teen years. Hours spent every week with the gang sitting on Kensley's veranda. There would be 3 of us & in 15 minutes there would be 10 or more of us talking, laughing, listening to music from Boyd's car. If I or my sister Louvain were in the Bay, Lawrence would drop in for a visit to get caught up on the news of the Pontiac and reminiscence about the good old days. Last summer we had a wonderful couple of hours with the promise to get together again. That smile,that never changing warm, drop in visit will be gone. But the memories will never fade and I will always be looking for that next visit. I can just see Lawrence now ..chatting hopping from one Pontiac'er to another having a visit and listening to my grandfather Louis Kensley playing the fiddle and Donnie Gilchrist step dancing. Imagine the smile on Lawrence's face he is his 7th Heaven.Lawrence you will be missed till we meet again, thanks for the memories.
