I opened the front door and there she was, with a smile so bright it frightened me. After all the practical commotion of getting here, and my disappointment around that, her smile said I've forgotton that all and I'm here. My mind, ever fearful of losing its grip on the past, was struck deeply in shock at having nothing to latch onto. The light of her smile blinded the demon within. Either that, or in that smile I saw deeply the pain from where it grew.
A good soul on facebook wrote:
The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The prettiest eyes have cried the most tears and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain...
and it struck a chord with what happened then. Later I came across evidence of that pain, so maybe I was not imagining it. But I also found further evidence of extreme kindness and patience, and a positive energy which once gone left me back in a hole.
No-one can replace the lightbulb shining within you - if it blows you must have it replaced - turning on a lamp nearby don't work well for long. But how do you replace a blown lightbulb? The answer is surely some kind of joke.
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