Playing dominoes and snap. Coming home tipsy with dad from the pub... singing, always singing. Falling asleep watching the football. I always do that. Having you visit and stay for weeks. Watching John Wayne films, Dr Quinn Medicine Woman, Quincy and Murder She Wrote. I miss those special times we had. Dancing better than John Travolta. Flirting with ALL the girls! Smiling and talking to everyone. I do that (well not the flirting with girls bit). Telling me how much he missed dad and thought the world of mam. Saying that Susan was a good lass, his bond with her was strong. How he loved seeing Alice-Marie and her men. Talking about Mathew, Sarah and Kevin with so much love. I saw that. Laughter, laughing so hard we cry. Walking for miles with me. Wearing hats and pulling funny faces. I do that now. Crying when we talked about dad. Looking after me, asking if I was alright at mam's farewell last year. Huge big hugs. I so miss that. Thank you, Uncle John Alfred, for being you, our second dad. All our love, Janet and Tony