There is also: 'A Change will do you Good' by Sheryl Crowe 'Happy' by the Rolling Stones-love that Keith Richards sound. 'Glad Tidings' by Van Morrison - great bouncy tune guaranteed to cheer you up 'Glory Days' by Bruce Springsteen - to remind us not to live in the past 'I'm Lucky' by Joan Armatrading 'I Like It' and 'Truth Number Two' by the Dixie Chicks 'Raised on Robbery' by Joni Mitchell - another bouncy tune in the theme of Men Are Rotten (a thought which we all sometimes need to indulge in) 'Kick it Out' by Heart 'Addicted to Love' by Robert Palmer 'No More No More' by Aerosmith 'Train in Vain' by the Clash 'Don't Bring me Down' by Electric Light Orchestra 'You're Breaking my Heart' by Harry Nilsson (best break up lyrics EVER!) I have all those on my iPod playlist. And FWIW, if the budget allows I would recommend treating yourself to an iPod if you don't have one already. You can set up tons of playlists and keep so much music. And it's portable, so you can have some cheering up sounds with you at all times! Good luck and stay strong, Ann

Oh yes, music can bring me to tears easily, especially a magnificent talent like Andrea Bocelli or Kiri TeKanawa. It can also bring you right back to the moment in time that reminds you of a far gone time. Memories of parents, siblings, boyfriends, pets, our kids. There are so many great artists in all our pasts and so many wonderful sounds. It's funny how we take it so for granted but imagine not being able to hear music, how sad that must be for some.

I downed a bottle of wine and cried all one day during the summer before my DS graduated. THOUGHT I had gotten it out of my system, but no! LOL I agree with Toni - it's not just your child, it's seeing all the other kids, too, that are like your own. You've watched them grow up, know their stories, they've spent time at your house, etc. At the end of my DS's graduation there was a standing ovation and it went on and on. The longer it went, the more I bawled. (Which is kind of ironic, because he was not a good student and was thrilled to be getting out of school.) He was just 17 and had not a clue as to what he wanted to do and I was just scared to death for him. Now, DD? That was a different situation. She was a great student, always did homework, no doubt that she would graduate, etc. I was very proud of her and shed a few tears, but knew she was going to move out and go to college, etc. We had had so many wars in the last couple of years before she graduated that I was just plain tired! Trust me, GrinchGut, from what I know from you on the KT - you better hope they put the levees up! LOL ((Stacy))

My favorite is Waters of March (Ãguas de Março) by Antonio Carlos Jobim. Even though his native language was Portugese, he was fascinated by English, and all the words in the song are derived from Old English--nothing Latinate. He wrtoe both versions. A stick, a stone it's the end of the road, it's the rest of the stump it's a little alone it's a sliver of glass, it is life,it's the sun, it is night ,it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun. the oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush, the knot in the wood, the song of the thrush. the wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall, a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all. it's the wind blowing free. it's the end of a slope. it's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope. and the riverbank talks. of the water of march it's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart. the foot, the ground, the flesh, the bone, the beat of the road, a slingshot stone. a fish, a flash, a silvery glow, a fight, a bet, the range of the bow. the bed of the well, the end of the line, the dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find. a spear, a spike, a point, a nail, a drip, a drop, the end of the tale. a truckload of bricks, in the soft morning light, the shot of a gun, in the dead of the night. a mile, a must, a thrust, a bump. it's a girl, it's a rhyme. it's the cold, it's the mumps. the plan of the house, the body in bed, the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud. a float, a drift, a flight, a wing, ahawk, a quail, the promise of spring. and the riverbanks talks. of the waters of march. it's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart, a snake, a stick, it is john, it is joe, it's a thorn in your hand, and a cut on your toe. a point, a grain, a bee, a bite, a blink, a buzzard, the sudden stroke of night. a pin, a needle, a sting, a pain, a snail, a riddle, a weep, a stain. a pass in the mountains. a horse, a mule, in the distance the shelves. rode three shadows of blue. and the riverbank talks of the promise of life in your heart, in your heart a stick, a stone, the end of the load, the rest of the stump, a lonesome road. a sliver of glass, a life, the sun, a night, a death, the end of the run and the riverbank talks of the waters of march it's the end of all strain it's the joy in your heart