My dad always said that laughter was the best medicine.
Which is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
|My favorite emotion.|
I remember the first time that I laughed after John died.
I stopped mid cackle, because I thought I was breaking a very serious law.
It was really quick that I realized that the only way I was going to make it,
was through a lot of (self deprecating) laughter.
In the first few months, I couldn't watch T.V.
I couldn't listen to music at all.
I read a lot, but they were all books on grief (not super uplifting).
So, in order to hold on to my sanity I watched the only thing that kept me afloat...
Me and Buddy the Elf have the same favorite color.
We both love the four basic food groups
Candy Corns and
I think I watched that movie 37 time is a few weeks.
It was the only thing that made me feel human, and that was because I was laughing.
For those who sit at home and wallow in their grief or circumstance I say...