Left over from the shortest day of the year: in These titles mean nothing.

And meanwhile we have gone on living,
Living and partly living,
Picking together the pieces,
Gathering faggots at nightfall,
Building a partial shelter,
For sleeping and eating and drinking and laughter.
ATTRIBUTION: T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888–1965), Anglo-American poet, critic. The Chorus of Women of Canterbury, in Murder in the Cathedral, pt. 1 (1935).

I found this while my husband was dying.

I think it helped a little.