FRANCES. My sister Frances died two weeks ago. She asked that I say a few words at her funeral. This is what I said: Our mother had thirteen children. Three died shortly after they were born. They were our Seán’s twin Brendan; and Seamus and David the other twins. Sixty years later our brother Liam died in February 2019. On the day of his funeral big Eamonn, our Anne’s husband, also died. And now today we bury our wee sister Frances. Death is part of the story of life. Is é seo ar sceal. Sibling grief is a very special grief. Brothers and sisters usually know each other for the whole of their lives. So during these sad days Margaret and Paddy and Anne and Seán and Maura and Deirdre and Dominic and me are reflecting no doubt, in our own ways, on childhood memories and all the good times and bad times of lives bound up together. So too with brothers-in-law and sisters-in-laws. And Frances’ friends. Everyone will have special memories ...