Spring is here… People are rejoicing… The grouchy faces are thawing like ice in the snow, and one can increasingly see the contours of subtle smiles resurfacing from underneath… I too can see the sun, the blue skies, the seemingly endless green fields, and all the flowers… I can hear the singing and chirping of spring birds… But that’s about it… I do not feel any joy… nothing uplifting… I take no delight in the abundance of beauty all around me… Every step I slowly take is burdened with the weight of my grief, which is sucking the life out of me and rendering me increasingly exhausted and tired of living. I long for a resort where grief is not an option. Where it simply doesn’t exist. Where my soul can rest, rest and rest, without any concerns about anything. Imagine if there really is such a place…