I was reading something in an online journal (Slate) the other day. The author (Timothy Noah) mentioned that although there are many memoirs dealing with death and being a widow(er), there aren't any (that he knew of) that were humorous. He stated that this was probably for obvious reasons.
Maybe.
Even probably.
Yet, in the midst of my grief I laugh. I find joy and happiness and yes, even humor.
I am a Merry Widow.
We are certainly a very fun bunch, but mostly, the world can't handle us, so we keep that to ourselves. Another reason we can only stand each other most of them time, for now.
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