Death. It has a bloody awful effect on us. (Is there a joke there somewhere??). It goes on and on...ad infinitum this grieving and I feel like I'm not allowed to laugh (I had a good laugh at someones blog this morning) and feel bad when I do. My man was one of those people who laughed all of the time, about everything. Everything had a joke in it for him and it was contagious and that's why other people loved him. So I should be allowed to laugh sometimes, yes?
I want to laugh. I want to pull up the corners of my miserable mouth and stretch them in a big smile, so can I, or what?!!