Death date: Feb 10, 2016
Larry Wilton Ellison, age 73 passed away February 10, 2016 in Sevierville, Tennessee. Larry was born to Emory Wilton and Sarah Ruth Ellison on February 10, 1943 in Canton, Georgia, a sixth generation descendent from Cherokee Count Read Obituary
May God continue to comfort you all as only He can during this most difficult time. He was obviously an amazing man and loved by both family and friends and will be missed by all that were fortunate enough to have loved him. Keeping you all in my thoughts and prayers.
My uncle Larry was such a sweet gentle soul.
He had the sweetest smile and the best head of hair in the family! He was quite the prankster and we will certainly miss what he had up his sleeve next. He will be deeply missed but I know we will see him again and that gives me peace.
What can a little sister say about her big brother?He was always my hero.We had the best childhood.I was always so proud of all his accomplishments,he was in scouts,played high school football.but most of all,he taught his little sister how to drive,at the age of twelve!I have so many wonderful memories,because you're big brother is you're first real friend.
I remember when I was 7yrs old, we were at grandmother & paw paws house on Thanksgiving day. All the kids were out back playing horse shoes, and I didn't want to because I was embarrassed cause I couldn't do it right. Uncle Larry was sitting on the carport, so I asked him if he would play hide n go seek with me. We went in the house, and he went to go hide. I looked the whole house over, and couldn't find him, so I told my mom he just disappeared. Maybe 20 minutes later, after we had looked outside for him, we heard loud banging coming from my grandmother's bedroom. To make a long story short, he had somehow locked himself in her bedroom closet, and couldn't get out. Needless to say, our game of hide n go seek was over. I'll never forget that. He was trying to make me feel better, and ended up locked in the closet for quite a while. I have many great memories of my uncle Larry, and my heart breaks all over again each time I think of him. The only comfort is knowing that we will meet again, and the next time, he won't be trapped in grandmothers closet if we decide we want to play hide n go seek.
