In Memoriam

For B & G, who died too early, too soon. And for all of us who stayed behind.

(Another one of my all time favorites)

How rarely these few years
by Vikram Seth

How rarely these few years, as work keeps us aloof,
Or fares, or one thing or another,
Have we had days to spend under our parents' roof:
Myself, my sister, and my brother.

All five of us will die; to reckon from the past
This flesh and blood is unforgiving.
What's hard is that just one of us will be the last
To bear it all and go on living