C. Larry Hibbs was born Sept. 8, 1928, in Civil Bend, Missouri, the son of Dwight and Mina (Hardinger) Hibbs, and departed this life on Wednesday, Oct. 26, 2005, at the Cameron Hospital after a two week battle with cancer, at the age of 77 years, one month, and 18 days.
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Funeral services Larry Hibbs were held Sunday at Roberson Funeral Home in Pattonsburg. Burial was in Civil Bend Methodist Cemetery, Pattonsburg. Memorials may be made to the Civil Bend Methodist Cemetery in care of the Roberson Funeral Home.
C. Larry Hibbs was born Sept. 8, 1928, in Civil Bend, Missouri, the son of Dwight and Mina (Hardinger) Hibbs, and departed this life on Wednesday, Oct. 26, 2005, at the Cameron Hospital after a two week battle with cancer, at the age of 77 years, one month, and 18 days.
Larry was a 1946 graduate of Pattonsburg High School, and went on to serve with the U.S. Army in the Korean Conflict.
Larry married Donna Drummond on Aug. 21, 1954. To this union four children were born. Larry was a lifelong farmer. He was a member of the Civil Bend United Methodist Church, Pattonsburg VFW Post #8824, and served on the boards of the Civil Bend Methodist Cemetery, Old Union Cemetery and the Civil Bend Community Center.
Larry was preceded in death by an infant daughter, Dawn; his parents, Dwight and Mina Hibbs, and a brother, Mervin Hibbs.
Survivors include his wife of 51 years, Donna, of the home; two daughters, Mary Lou and husband Joe Brandt, and their two sons, Jared and Logan, of Kearney; Cheryl and her husband Col. Mike Minyard, and their two sons, Cody and Blake, of Carlisle, Penn., and one son, David and his wife Michelle Hibbs, and their two children, Kylie and Grant, of Kansas City.
A Light went out in our house tonight,
The brightest one in our home.
We always knew we needed that light
for now things seem dark and unknown.
You could find that light about any old place,
at a ball game or out in his shed.
You could find it outside working late in the field
or in his chair with a white, nodding head.
It was a quiet light – it never said much
Just shone with a warm, loving glow
But the silence is deafening without that soft light
Leaving clouds that are heavy and low.
We’ll search for that light the rest of our lives,
It really was one of a kind
Oh, I see it now – burning so birth,
In the hearts of those left behind.
Poem written by:
Daughter-Cheryl Minyard