That's lovely Spike. I'm off to the service later - I always find it so emotional seeing the families coming in - you can feel their grief.

I remember the day so well and clearly and can't even think about waiting for my brothers to get back without feeling the fear I had. I was waiting at Lime Street for them along with other family members (and loads of others), when the Everton Train came in. They were singing away - until they saw us lot - and they realised then that something really, really bad had happened - most stayed and waited to see if their Mates were on the Liverpool train. That's one of the positive memories I have of the day.

YNWA.