On March 19, 2013 the world lost a good man. Larry Bloomer was a loving husband, proud father, and an amazing friend to all who knew him.

I am especially fortunate to have known Larry and honored call him one of my best friends for over 30 years. He was the best man at my wedding, and I was best man at his. Outside of my family, he was the only person who never, not one time, forgot to call me on my birthday. We always kept in contact, sometimes via text, or Facebook, and would have periodic phone conversations where we’d catch up on life, give each other advice, and keep our decades long friendship strong. He was like a brother to me and I loved him as such.

Larry Bloomer

I was lucky enough to be in North Carolina recently for work and we met up for dinner. As always, it was like no time had passed since we’d last seen each other. We talked about life, love, family, and the future. Larry was happier than I’d ever seen him and that made me happy. His career was going well, his beautiful daughter Alexis was his little princess, and his beloved wife Kara was on the verge of having twins which both thrilled and terrified him in a hilarious way. Listening to him talk about the dilemma of purchasing a min-van had me laughing so hard I almost choked on my food. After dinner we grabbed a Starbucks where he mocked me for ordering my hot chocolate “kid’s temp” and he drove me back to my hotel. Before I got out of the car we agreed to plan a trip to San Francisco to see another old, mutual friend (Tarik) and give him a hard time about his religious fanaticism. I loved Larry’s sense of humor because it was as irreverent, albeit not as public, as mine. He made me promise that I would go on the trip and we agreed to plan it in the next month or so. I promised, we shook hands, and said goodbye. It was the last conversation we would ever have.

Just over two weeks later, Lisa and I were shopping and were getting in the car when my mom called to tell me the news. I hung up the phone, told Lisa what had happened, then sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. The tears crept up on me and soon turned into uncontrollable sobbing as I pictured Larry’s face when we said goodbye that night. Once I regained control of myself, I switched seats with Lisa and she drove us to the beach while I stared out the window, occasionally breaking the silence to recount a memory of Larry. Over the course of the day, I smiled a lot through my sadness as I thought back over our friendship. I even mustered some laughter when I told Lisa about the one big fight Larry and I had as teens, where I left him in Ocean City, MD and drove the 3 hours home without him. Even in the darkest moments, Larry could always make me laugh. Later that afternoon, when the sadness was too much to bear, I broke down and cried again, both for the loss of my friend and for the wonderful family he left behind.

Larry loved his family more than anything. He adored his wife Kara and his world revolved around her, his daughter Alexis and, of course, his dog. Just days after they lost him, Kara gave birth to two, beautiful healthy twins, a boy and a girl. Although the twins will not meet Larry in person, through the countless people whose lives he enriched with love and laughter, they will understand the great guy that was their dad. An excellent father, a loving husband, and an amazing friend.


My love and thoughts are with Kara, Alexis, the twins, and the entire Bloomer family.

I’m going to miss you, Larry.