Lyndon – A special person in my heart. Like a father and always a friend. He made Christmas special with his perfectly prepared meat, and always ensured you had a drink in your hand. Always quick to talk about sport and pay out the pollies. I loved how he had always been everywhere I wanted to go, and knew so much about everything! I will miss the chats we had, and the moments spent at the cricket or the tennis where his companionship will be greatly missed. He married Gajan and myself and I will never forget that special hand ceremony. I will remember him fondly and am grateful for the moments we had. I will look back warmly, and know he is now in a better place, playing with Ginger and in a place where the doggies will always win for him. I thank you for the time we had.  When thinking of Lyndon, the poet, I can’t help but think of a poem I love, and which to me reflects his life: “The road not taken” by Robert Frost

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,    
And sorry I could not travel both    
And be one traveler, long I stood    
And looked down one as far as I could    
To where it bent in the undergrowth;           
     
Then took the other, as just as fair,    
And having perhaps the better claim,    
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;    
Though as for that the passing there    
Had worn them really about the same,            
     
And both that morning equally lay    
In leaves no step had trodden black.    
Oh, I kept the first for another day!    
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,    
I doubted if I should ever come back.            
     
I shall be telling this with a sigh    
Somewhere ages and ages hence:    
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—    
I took the one less traveled by,    
And that has made all the difference.”