Grief is...

Grief is throwing your hands up into the air and collapsing onto the floor into despair.

Today started off okay. The weather is perfect. The sun is shining, it is a warm 80 degrees. I had planned on working in the yard and that was going well. Then out of nowhere it hits me. Bob Dylan playing on my iPod Catch the Wind. The nice warm breeze...Tracy would be getting the boat ready for the water if it were not already in the water. And the tears flow and can not stop.

I hate my life.

In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty,
I want to be in the warm heart of your loving mind.
To feel you all around me,
And to take your hand along the sand,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

Standing in your heart
Is where i want to be i long to be
Where i'm bound to be,
I'm but, I'm ears, we'll try and catch the wind

When sundown pales the sky,
I want to hide a while behind your smile,
And everywhere I look your eyes I find.
For me to love you now, would be the sweetest thing,
T'would make me sing,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When rain has hung the leaves with tears,
I want you near, to kill my fears,
To help me to leave all my blues behind.
Standing in your heart is where I want to be
And long to be,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.