Fall on Your Knees

It seems to me like the people you love are light bulbs in a candelabra above your head: that’s what lights your life. That’s what lights your way through all of the darkness.

When someone you love dies – when their bulb goes out – you can still see the big picture. But you’re aware, always, out of the corner of your eye: of that little patch of darkness.

You know the things that exist under the cloud. You know they’re still there even if you can’t see them. And some days, that’s enough.

But every now and then you have a day where it breaks your heart not to see light glint off of that marvelous surface.