EU chief Frans Timmermans' 'love letter' to Britain about Brexit

'You have decided to leave.
It breaks my heart, but I respect that decision.
You were in two minds about it, like you have always been in two minds about the EU.
I wish you had stuck to that attitude, it served you well and it kept all of us in better shape.
Was it necessary to force the issue?
Not at all.
But you did.
And the sad thing is, I see it is hurting you.
Because the two minds will still be there, even after you have left.
In the process so much unnecessary damage has been done to you, and all of us.
And I fear more will follow.

'Truth be told, I felt deeply hurt when you decided to leave.
Three years later I am just sad that a member of our family wants to sever our ties.
But at the same time I find comfort in the thought that family ties can never really be severed.
We’re not going away and you will always be welcome to come back.'

Christmas without tinsel.

"Sir, – At this time of year, families are dreaming of seeing their loved ones. The loved ones coming back by sea, or touching down on tarmac, flowing through the arrivals lounge of airports, warm-cheeked and teary-eyed, breaking the barrier to the warm homely arms of childhood. Or coming by car, snapping the car doors shut for a while and walking in the front door of old familiarity – the family home. This is miracle-making.

Eighteen years ago this Christmas, my first child of three, my daughter was very ill and she died early in the New Year. It was a meteorite falling on a family that was already rocked by loss and absence. Since then, our family has been cruelly pared back to one, myself, the mother, living alone at home.

At night I sleep to the rattles of an empty house. Even the wind has a faraway cry when it rattles at the window. My three children, my daughter and two sons died from Cystic Fibrosis, a genetic disease of the lungs. They lived a full and spirited life together, their illness did not define them. They were witty, intelligent, and gifted with homegrown talents that filled this home with music and liveliness. They expressed their true selves to their world of friends, and gave of themselves freely and honestly.

Losing a child is like having your heart torn out and your stomach emptied. Grief gets in the way of daylight, not to mention the nocturnal dark.

Christmas is a black surround, without tinsel, while the masses are plumping up the shopping streets.

But grief can be another day on the wheel, when paradoxically a blue sky can unveil and a white egret appears in the branch. I have named him Doy after my youngest son, whose pet name was Doy. He will fly and land with me as I walk beside the river in the valley behind our home.
Before Doy died, his dark eyes looked ahead and he said, “Look for me in the trees. I will be there in the trees.” – Yours, etc,

KATHLEEN KEYES,

Bray, Co Wicklow."

- ‘After the death of my children, Christmas is a black surround, without tinsel’

- Sunday with Miriam Sunday 22 December 2019 - Sunday with Miriam - RTÉ Radio 1 - Kathleen Keyes reads a letter.