Service:
Private
Today, February 3, 2019 we lost our Dad, Larry Srokosz.
It is with the heaviest of hearts that I say this, and whether it is appropriate or not is not the point, but this man had a great influence on my life and I celebrate his fatherhood.
I cherish the memories with Dad, and the best ones always involved music. To me, he taught us the value of music. The best that I can remember is Colton and I sitting in the back of that white 95 Buick, with that god-awful red upholstery, driving down our home dirt road- listening to the best music we had ever heard; songs sung with such meaning and compassion; Roy Orbison, George Strait, Randy Travis to name a few. The 3 of us just singing our hearts out along with them. Dad lived by music and let it flow through him. There were countless nights where Dad would crank the karaoke machine, blast some George Strait and with microphone in hand, Dad would sing the deepest that bellowing base of his would go (it shook the house). Needless to say, it was awesome. Even being halfway across the country, we would call each other and say “Hey, have you heard this song?” And we would sing and harmonize (as best we could) over the phone or we would “gab” about the whole “caboodle”, or to my little “gaffer”, Callie. I called this Dad-speak, and what’s great is that these are all actual words in the dictionary.
Dad was also a mechanical marvel. He never ceased to amaze me. Anything that involved moving parts was something he needed to take apart, he was compelled to figure out how something worked. I loved that. Whether he put it back together was another story. That may have rubbed off a bit on Colton and I. But he could fix anything, he was a real-world McGuyver, he felt that anything tangible or even intangible could be fixed, or built, with any resources you could find. He taught us that if you were ever short a screwdriver, there was always a butter knife, or that you can build a go-kart with a chainsaw motor. He was a great man, Dad, mentor. I miss him, he taught us you have to listen for the music in life. I know there will be a key note missing from mine.
Rest in peace, Dad. I love you so much. I’m coming home. Cody James
Larry Srokosz was born 61 years ago to the late Stanley & Irene Srokosz. He is survived by Terry Srokosz, by his sons Cody Srokosz and Colton Srokosz, by his granddaughter Callie Srokosz, by his sister Diane & Gary “Whitey” Guyett, and by his brothers Frank & Dyanne Srokosz and Dennis & Shelley Srokosz. He will be remembered by his sister in laws Della & Robert Johnson, Gwen & Doug Duyck and by his mother-in-law Molly Cross.
In keeping with Larry’s wishes, a private ceremony will take place at a later date. Blenheim Community Funeral Home entrusted with funeral arrangements.
Friends wishing to remember Larry with a memorial donation are asked to consider the Chatham-Kent Hospice.
