Oh, Thomas. This poem is almost too painful for me to read! Here is why:

1. I'm caretaking my 92 year old mother for one more day before heading back home, trying to plan how soon I can return. Mourning how she has "diminished."

Accepting but mourning.

2. I return home to visit, two days later, a dear friend in hospice.

Yes, you are right. In the end nothing matters but love. Thank you for that last comforting verse.