The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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

...Robert Frost

This is one of many poems and quotes that make me think of Uncle Richard. He didn't follow the road everyone else did. He did things his way. If everyone else walked in a straight line, he skipped in circles! If everyone else played an instrument, he "stomped out a beat on a board." As Brother Ragland said, "He was a visionary. He was unique and he was so very special." Knowing him and growing up with him as my uncle and my friend makes me yearn the take the road less traveled and see where it leads me. I am feeling very inspired, and quite frankly PUSHED by him to start writing. I welcome any stories that should be shared on this awkward attempt to capture a tiny spark of what made him so special.