What is love?

I miss my grandfather. After days like today I wish I could bend his ear. I can't remember a time when he just offered his advice. He would just listen and I liked that the most about him. 

I wish he could've met John. He would've loved him and how patient he is with everything from cooking to putting together a picture frame. 

I'm struggling -- no lie. I'm like how they reference a duck. I'm furiously paddling my feet below water and trying not to sink. Or I may just be bobbing in the water. I used to be tougher but lately my walls are starting to crumble. 

How thick does your skin have to be to make it?