Dear Francis

I do not know you personally, and neither do you. However, you were one of he first line dancers I've met whom I would follow whenever I was trying to learn a new dance from the floor.

My deepest impression of you was when you danced Hold Your Horses, when you would rush into the dance floor whenever it was being played, and you would wear a belt with strings hanging by your side so that you could swing them around like a rodeo during the dance when it was the time to trot backwards. You looked happy then.

So here is my dedication to you - a performance of Hold Your Horses:



May you find true happiness and peace wherever you are.

R.I.P. Francis.