I can’t count how many times I’ve been asked that since Monday! I want to say, sorrow and sadness, bitterness grief, or as Gordon Lightfoot would say …
The way I feel is like a robin
Whose babes have flown to come no more
Like a tall oak tree alone and cryin'
When the birds have flown and the nest is bare
Then I snap out of it, and go back to the party. I’m free!!!!!!! And they pay me to go!!!!!