Larry R. Warfield
Bothell, Wash.
Feb. 9, 1932 – Oct. 16, 2016
Larry Warfield escaped this mortal realm on Sunday October 16, 2016 at the age of 84. We think he did it on purpose to avoid having to make a decision in the presidential election.
He leaves behind two children (Rob and Thom); three grandchildren (Blue, Makena and Gillian); and the greasy spoon dining industry, for which he was an unofficial spokesman until dietary restrictions forced him to eat real food that included fruits and vegetables.
Larry volunteered for service in the United States Navy at the ripe old age of 20 and immediately realized he didn't much enjoy walking around with the Marines and getting shot at. He stuck it out for only one war (Korea). Before his discharge, however, the government supplied Larry with numerous ribbons and medals for valorous acts that he refused to disclose to his children.
Upon his return to the Pacific Northwest in 1954, he decided to start a lifelong adventure by working for the Boeing Company.
After thirty-nine years of traveling the world with his family, surviving Islamic revolutions and lots of Russian vodka, he suddenly realized that he just wanted to drive around (versus flying around) and promptly retired.
Looking back, Larry stated that there was no better group of people than those he had the privilege of working and traveling with.
Following his wishes, there will not be a service but rather a Celebration of Life to be held at the Floyd Norgaard Cultural Center in Stanwood on April 8 at 12 p.m. Well-wishers are encouraged to write a note of farewell on a Rainer beer can, margarita glass, leave a note on a dirty napkin in greasy spoon, or make a donation in his name to The NOAH Center (www.thenoahcenter.org).
He was never one for sentiment or religiosity, but he wanted you to know that if he owes you a beer, and if you can find him in Heaven, he will gladly allow you to buy him another. He can likely be found forwarding tasteless internet jokes (check your spam folder, but don't open these at work). He assures us that while he is gone, his wife Pat (who passed in 2002) will be providing him ample supervision. He will be greatly missed by those who remain behind.
