I Need Laughter Now More Than Ever
I’m dealing with the loss of my grandmother, who was the matriarch of my very close-knit family. For me, it’s important to grieve, but also very important to be there for my mom, siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins. But MY process of grief is odd. I need to be distracted from the situation at hand. I need to do certain things that reflect my life before the tragedy.
I need to write my thoughts down.
But what I need the most right now is to laugh. I want to laugh so hard that my tears are no longer from sorrow. I’ve cried so much that I look like Quasimodo. One eye is all swollen and blood red. And my hair is all wayward on my head. I am a sight for sore eyes.
And clearly still shallower than a jean pocket. O___O
But still. I just want to laugh so I can get out my own head. And so I can feel some semblance of joy, even if just for a moment. Before I remember her face and remember I won’t hear her laughter again.
So I’ll try to keep blogging through it. Making light of life’s mundane things and people who don’t know how to act might help me. Part of the reason I made this blog humor-focused is so that it could serve as an escape for some of life’s darker things. And as I go through this dark time, I’ll keep that in mind still. I might not be laughing but I still want to know that I’m making someone smile/laugh/chuckle/snort somewhere. THAT can help me heal.
When in doubt, write. That’s what I’ll do. Write. And Blog. And Laugh. Laugh with me.
Maybe I’ll go check Tyrese’s tweets. Those are sure to bring a coupla chuckles.
I might be mourning but I still throw shade like I ain’t get paid. See what I did there? YOU SEE IT!