I have an enduring feeling of happiness and feeling loved whenever my uncles and aunts came together. in particular, many new years eve parties. One of those was when I was around 8 years old at Gerry and Maureen’s place 1978. Singing, lots of drink and dancing. In my head there is a strong memory looping of Maureen’s mum dancing in the middle of the room flashing her undies as she kicked her legs to the cancan, Christine trying to hold her skirt down, Linda tap dancing in the corner, Brian criss-crossing his hands over his knees in time to the music (another hallmark move) and Gerry stood smiling with delight and laughter. What an incredible family of love, laughter and shared delight in the meaning of life you all are. Keep dancing Sammons.