Dearest uncle Jack As a child I remember your visits to see us when we lived in Victoria you always used to call our mum your favourite sister Peggy. We listen to stories of your travels in your very soft Irish lilt. We didn't see you as much as we should of in later years just life and distance got in the way, but my memories of you and aunt Dorothy will always be with me. R.I.P uncle Jack and play on xxxxx