Hanrahan-Regan

My favorite memory of the reunion was while watching the Old Homestead, it became dark and there was a beautiful moon above us.  It was shining amongst the evergreens.  I was picturing our ancestors having a party and looking down at us from the moon.  For some reason, in my imagined party, Mary Hanrahan Regan was front and center with a cigarette and a hi-ball in hand.  All of them were dancing, smiling and laughing and joining us the best they could.  God handed me a great moment that I will never forget.