I was in a funk a couple of years ago and nothing really helped. Then one day in church, we were singing one of my Dad's favorite songs. I was standing in the church choir and just absolutely broke down. It was like God yelling at me. Joyce, I want to help you. I have sent you this song to remind of your Dad. My Dad was just the most precious person anyone could ever hope to know and he loved children. and they loved him. I realized at that time what was wrong. My granddaughter would never be able to know him, listen to his silly stories, comb his one hair until they were tired (because he never tired of it) never listen to him tell all about his pet flea Algernon. That was what my funk was all about. After I realized it, I was able to move on. So that wonderful song, In the garden, raised me out of that funk.