It was happening again... This year had been a year of tumult and disarray in all sorts of ways. People who I'd thought would be there forever were now gone forever. I've had this void inside for months upon months since that Day. A Day that in reality was hot, bright, and electric but in my recollection is cold and dark, so fucking dark that I can't think about it without wanting to just slide away. That Day it all changed. The Sun itself shivered, wrapped itself in cloudy charnel wear and just went out. God whimpered, or maybe the Devil laughed. I didn't know and I didn't care. I blamed both.

I wanted to die. I tried to die. The gray seemed better than the colors or the black and white. Just slide...

But there was that little light -- the face of my daughter mouthing, "Daddy, I love you," as I reprimanded her for not picking up her toys.

She saved me. Four words and she saved me.