“And now these three remain: love, hope and curry.” (1 Corinthians 13:13)


“…But the greatest of these is love.” (Curry coming a close second.)

Being Valentine’s Day I thought this recent news story would suit. It reminded me, oddly, of Philip Larkin’s “An Arundel Tomb”, a poem about one of those showy, stone tomb chests you find in chilly, English cathedrals embellished with recumbent carved figures representing the dead. Chichester in this case. (Richard Fitzalan, earl of Arundel, and his second wife, Eleanor of Lancaster.) It ends:

“Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-Instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.”

Except here are the bodies themselves – closing moments: he basking in rapture or heartbreak; she in a gentle swoon, profoundly consoled. Cancer victims Mike and Julie Bennet of Irby in Wirral. Their humanity unlapidified, telling the truth. What will survive of them is love.


To donate to the fundraising campaign for the Bennet family – follow this link for their Just Giving page.


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