Uncle John came home from Australia when I was little, before this I had never met any of my Dad's brothers as they all emigrated before I was born. After he and Aunt Pat had come home my Dad organised visiting them as they were very alike to me as a child. We were up visiting them and had gone out for the day (I cant remember where, might have been a museum in London) I got scared by something and went to grab what I thought was my Dad's hand only to discover it was Uncle John's. They both thought this was hilarious and teased me about it for the rest of the day... I will also miss hugely my fellow family history enthusiast. I would never have found out so much about our family without the help of Uncle John...