Three victims' families tell their stories.
Extracts from Our Story, a collection of reflections written by families bereaved by the Stardust fire tragedy of 1981 which will be presented to the Taoiseach and Tánaiste today.
Eugene Kelly, brother of Robert "Spikey" Kelly (17) who died in the fire:
"My brother went to the Stardust disco that would result in him losing his life. I haven't seen him since he went there and I imagine him screaming while trying to escape the inferno.
"The months after Robert died I got very depressed and nobody knew what to do. The State never sent any counsellors to our homes to ask how we were coping.
"Eventually I got so depressed I could not lift myself out of it so I decided to end my own life . . . I had a nervous breakdown and was hospitalised in St Ita's for two weeks. When I got out I still felt the same.
"I decided I could not keep going on. I would be happy dead, so I took pills and drank a litre of Pernod straight. I was found and rushed to hospital. Luckily, I was saved and am here now fighting for justice for Spikey."
Pat Kennedy, mother of Marie Kennedy:
"My lovely daughter Marie went out on the 13th of February 1981 to a disco and never came home alive, and now this Government wants to sweep it under the carpet, still after 25 years. They are saying they looked after us, which is not true. The lord mayor's fund paid for the funeral expenses. I really don't understand how a government can treat its people like that.
"My daughter paid her taxes and PRSI like everyone else. She wasn't just a number, she was our flesh and blood, a human being . . . our daughter's death was a very serious offence and nobody has been brought to book for it.
"What must be done now is that this Government give me and my family justice and an explanation for my daughter's untimely death."
Gertrude Barrett, mother of Michael Barrett (17):
"It seems that we inconvenienced the State by our mere existence as the next of kin seeking truthful answers.
"I buried my son. I made all the funeral arrangements myself. No medical support or any support came to my door from the government of this State and I had to go back to work on the Monday to feed my other children . . . The State still treats us like second-class citizens on the train of madness. But we did not lose our minds, we lost our children.
"The State can end this abusive control and set up a new inquiry, unlike the last one which was set up while I waited for word of my son's body as I sat in a morgue for four long and endless days, with my heart laden down with sadness. My grief has not turned to anger, but a greater determination for justice."