Dear Marianne,  Bob was such an incredible man who touched so many lives, but especially those of his family.  His incredible example is vividly seen in all of his children and grandchildren.  He will truly live on in their lives and the lives of everyone who knew  him.  He was a joy to know and spend time with.  We will miss our time with him, sharing stories and memories.  And we know we will all meet again.               With love, Mike and Lindy

We are so sorry for your loss. Our thoughts and prayers are with your family. 

I had the distinct honor of meeting Bob's oldest son Ken and his wife Jennifer in the early 90s during our years in college.  At about the same time, I met Bob and Marianne.  I sincerely enjoyed and looked forward to every interaction I've had with Bob & Marianne in the ~30 years of friendship I've had with Ken and Jennifer.  Bob is from a generation that constantly focused on others, namely family, friendships and an unwavering commitment to integrity and values.  I believe this lifelong commitment is clearly reflected in the incredible legacy he leaves behind through the Lyons' children and grandchildren.  I know that I am personally a better man for being a friend of this family the last ~30 years.  Thank you Bob for the incredible legacy you created.

Marianne and the entire Lyons Family,

I am heartbroken to hear about Bob’s passing. 

Bob leaves behind an incredible legacy of friendship, loyalty, kindness, and love. The bond he shared with my father is something I have always admired. A rare and beautiful friendship that stood the test of time.

Please know you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers during this difficult time. I hope you find comfort in the many memories you shared together and in knowing how deeply Bob was loved by so many of us. He will always hold a special place in my heart.

With deepest sympathy and love.

Mr. Lyons was from New York City. And not just New York—he was Bronx. Back in the 40s and 50s, the Bronx was built on working families, pride, and backbone. Hearing Ken talk about growing up in the city always hit home for me. We shared some of the same roots, some of the same memories. A lot we didn’t—but New Yorkers recognize New Yorkers. No explanations needed.

I’ll never forget watching Mr. Lyons walk down the aisle to support his granddaughter, Kellz. I knew he was struggling, but you would’ve never guessed. Sharp suit. Straight back. That focused Lyons stare—the same one you see in all the boys. Pure presence. I met him and Mama Lyons before he left, and that handshake was still solid. Still firm. Still him.

I know the stories—raising the family in London, the old school Ken and I pass every time we’re in town, the job at the bank—but more than anything, I knew the family. That’s where his real work shows. He left a blueprint, and it’s indelible. His poise, discipline, and quiet strength live on in his children, their children, and the ones still to come. Watching that from the outside is humbling. I tell my son all the time—Mr. Lyons lived life the right way.

I don’t say I’ll miss him, because I see his legacy every day. He’s still here—in the dozens of family members, and even in the adopted uncle from Tampa. So he can rest easy, and rest in power.

And that’s why it’s not Bob. It’s not Bob Lyons.

It’s Mr. Lyons.

That’s respect. That’s legend.

I am so sorry to hear about Bob. I have great memories of him hanging out with my brother in Patchogue Long Island. In those days he was Bobby. As I rode my bike past his parent’s house I would always stop to say hello and just talk with everyone . My memory was Bob was always lucky at Yonkers Race Track.  And I can still see him driving his GTO.  Bob was a  kind soul and good person. He will be missed. 

My dearest brother.  I remember the day you were born very vividly.  I was 9 1/2 years old at the time.  I was so excited.  You were such an adorable and sweet little boy.   I watched you grow into an amazing husband, father and person. Thank you to you and Marianne for all of your love and support through the years.  

 May the Lord protect you always.  

Love, Helen

So sorry you are gone. You and Marianne will always be in my prayers. Rest in peace.

Aunt Marianne; it is with great sadness that I write this note. I’m not sure where the years have gone, I remember Laurene and I staying with you and Uncle Bob at your first apartment together in NY. I have fond memories of the many Thanksgiving dinners at your house in Plainview with Grandma & Grandpa. I can’t tell you how much I looked up to Uncle Bob. He was inspirational for me with work effort, kindness to others his sense of humor and devotion to his family. I will greatly miss him. It goes without saying that my Mom loved Uncle Bob as much as any sister can love a brother. I want you and your entire family to know that Joanne, the boys and I are heartbroken by the news. He will be greatly missed. All my love “Richie”