Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love. - Philip Larkin

The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats.