Larry (Lari) Andrew Goss

February 19, 1945 - January 10, 2015

Finally, at around 2 o'clock we were told by the doctors that there was no option to repair the extensive damage the tumor had done and we should begin the process of saying our "goodbyes for now." All four sons, daughters-in-law, several close family members, as well as dear friends surrounded him, loved on him and said all the things we wanted him to know, one last time. My aunt Audrey and our daughter-in-law Julie sang to him as he made his way to Glory. Roni and Linda arrived from Georgia shortly after.

Some friends have asked what happened when Lari went home to be with the Lord. To be honest, I haven't had the clarity of mind to even begin to process it yet, but because he was loved by so many, I feel it is important to try as best I can to share information that will hopefully answer questions about the events of his passing.

As most know, it was unexpected and happened very quickly. On the morning of January 10, 2015, he woke early, experiencing the effects of an undiscovered tumor. I called 911, and we arrived at the ER around 7 am. The hospital staff immediately began to try to stabilize him so that testing could be done to find the source.

After moving him to ICU, his pulmonary doctor (who just happened to be in the hospital…on a Saturday) came to his room right away to evaluate. As we anxiously sat in the family waiting room for the next few hours, he and the nurses came in to update us several times as to their efforts to diagnose and hopefully treat the cause. Each time, the news grew worse, and all I could do was sit and shake my head in disbelief and shock.

As I have replayed that horrible day's events no less than a thousand times in my mind, even now still shaking my head in disbelief, I can see that God's hand was evident in providing for us, and more importantly for my beloved, cherished husband. I've watched

    Carolyn Goss

       Lari Goss, Inc.

as others have languished in agony, for months and sometimes years, due to this curse called "cancer." Our loving, merciful Father spared him that experience, and chose to bring him Home quickly. For that

I am so grateful. As only the Lord can arrange things, it just happened that our son Jonathan was home from Florida for the weekend. Otherwise, he would not have had made it in time.

When Lari was initially diagnosed in 2008, the prognosis was only a 15% chance of a 5 year survival. He beat those odds, and

then some. I've never known anyone with such determination to LIVE, not only for himself, but for his family and for his Calling. Those that knew him would agree. Even his doctors were amazed by his resilience and strength.

He so loved life. And I so loved him.

The days are long now, and the nights even longer. Many thanks to all those who have reached out to us and continue to pray for our peace, healing and strength.