We have wonderful memories of Tony. He was so generous with his home, putting up with the kiwis passing through, feeding us up on Chinese food. I think I can take some credit for introducing him to the gastronomic delight that is vegemite with fried eggs. We fondly remember the Sunday morning ritual of half an egg followed by a crossword. I still find myself wondering "What would Tony have made of that?" when watching rugby games. In our memories he is frozen in time from 20 years ago - a fiercely proud father, enlightening to discuss with and learn from, and at the end of the night, asleep in front of the telly.