Multi-colored lady

How can Greg Allman know exactly how I feel? He wrote a song about a lady, in early 1973. As I listen to the melancholy melody, I'm certain he understood pain on a very deep level. It had been 2 years since the death of his brother. I think grief peaks at this point. The first year, you simply walk around in a fog, praying to get through another day. The second year, the black and white begins to turn back into color. As the colors begin to emerge, you see the beauty around you Then, you turn to tell the one you loved about the beauty, and realize they aren't there. So you sit down and cry.