Tomorrow will be a happy day for millions of Brexiteers and I wish them well. But it'll also be a very sad day for millions of Remainers, usually for reasons that have nothing to do with border frictions, GDP or any of the other things we've been fighting about these past 3 years
The sadness will often be very personal. We all have our own histories and they're all equally valid. People on both sides need to start respecting that and empathizing with each other.
My family moved to Brussels on April Fools Day 1974. It was late in the academic year, but even so I can claim to have attended the first year of the English-speaking section at the European School in Brussels. The excitement of it all!
From their point of view: instead of 6 they were now 9. A huge expansion! And from ours: we and the British had been familiar with each other no doubt, but the Continent was a different matter. It was an real enlargement of our horizons.
Someone decided to celebrate the occasion by taking a photo of 9 kids in my year, one from each country. The Irish and British boys were friends of mine and one of them has just dug out the picture for me. I look at it tonight and feel quite sad, and I'm not even British.
I'm not in it!
I am however in this one. No snarky comments about the name of the club. It got its name from the fact that its players came from the European and British schools in Brussels. At least that's what I chose to believe at the time.