In our house, Wednesday is usually 'granddaughter day'. And this morning, our little bundle of joy approaching her third birthday, melted my heart like she usually does, with comments like 'I love you Grandpa', and tightly holding my hand as we cross the bust streets, in a suberb of a Midlands town.
Now my depression has taken me to many levels or hurt, anger and the outer limits of near insanity. Next to nothing in the form of medication has ever quelled the pain. A morning in the company of somebody who loves you without pre-conditions, is the best 'soother' I can think of.
Tonight, writing this blog entry I feel at ease with the world, and more importantly myself. Thank you my darling girl, from the bottom of this often lonely heart.