In Memory

Larry L. Lynne

Larry L. Lynne

Hello,  My name is Beth Banks, the daughter of Larry L. Lynne, and I am sorry to inform you that my father passed away Nov. 4th, 2009.  If you would like to know more about his life you can visit his page @ www.bonneywatson.com



 
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11/16/09 09:15 AM #1    

Robert Nohl

Larry L. Lynne (Class of 1960)
Larry L. LYNNE Of Sedro Woolley, WA passed away on November 4, 2009 at Virginia Mason Hospital in Seattle. He was born March 26, 1942 in Seattle and raised in West Seattle by his parents Norm and Esther Lynne and graduated from West Seattle High. After serving in the Armed forces Military Police, Larry joined the Seattle Police Department. Larry is survived by his ex-wife and good friend, Cathy Lynne; his daughter Beth Banks, son-in-law, Dean Banks and three grandchildren, Madeline, Lauren and Dylan Banks all from Snoqualmie, WA. Larry was a Seattle Police Officer for 28 years. He was a sports fan, enjoyed fishing, cross-word puzzles and "Rolling to Reno". He was an intelligent, witty, generous and compassionate man and he will be greatly missed by his family and friends. A family service will be held at BONNEY-WATSON Washington Memorial, 16445 International Blvd., SeaTac, WA (206) 242-1787 on Friday, November 13, 2009 at 12:30 pm. A celebration of his life will be held on Sunday, November 15, from 2:00 to 5:00 p.m. at The Flying Pig Brewing Co., 2929 Colby Ave., Everett, WA 98201. In lieu of flowers, donations are welcome to Virginia Mason Foundation, P.O. Box 1930, Seattle, WA 98111 or www.virginiamason.org/home/dept.cfm?id=741. Please sign the guest book at www.bonneywatson.com.

06/16/10 03:37 AM #2    

Cynthia Parker

I lived next door to Larry from the time we were 5 years old.  I am so saddened to hear of his passing.  He was my best friend in elementary school.  We played together every day.  I remember so many things.  Sleeping in the tent in the backyard with Larry and my brother Brian, reading comic books by flashlight and drinking home made root beer all night.  Our mothers used to laugh at us because we would get into a fight and slam in the back door, stomp through our respective houses and meet in the front yard and start playing again.  I've never had a better friend since.  I feel so sad to think he's not here anymore.  He was a good person.  The best!

Cynthia Parker

 


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