The topic of humor is one that I have a lot of experience addressing.
Not just in my widowhood circles, but in my everyday life as well.
I was kind of a weird little Wednesday Addams sort of kid and if you could make me laugh, you were a-okay in my book.
Suffice it to say, though, in those first few moments, or maybe even days – who can remember – after Bret’s death, I felt like I might never laugh again.
I know I started to feel a little more like laughing once in a while around the time of his Celebration of Life, and I suppose it just started coming back to me bit by bit, after that.
There were some days when close friends would come by my house and we would end up having so many laughs that I had to stop and remember that I had recently been devastated.
And then, of course, there were (and still are) those unpredictable little Grief Waves.
Some days were down, but some were up.
And that’s how it’s been ever since.
But the one constant in all of that has been humor.
I belong to a few widow-humor groups and some of them are more inappropriate than others, but I love them just the same.
Dark humor is something I’ve always enjoyed and I can honestly say it has helped me immensely.
I get that it’s not for everyone, but if you are someone who can snicker at some off-color jokes, just know you’re not alone.
There are multitudes of us.
Humor doesn’t have to be dark to be helpful though. (Thank goodness!)
It is my personal belief that if you are open to having a good laugh, you deserve to have said laugh.
And no one should be shamed for trying to add a little humor to their lives, especially when that life has been turned upside down by tragedy.
I’ve seen widows come down on other widows for making small jokes and all I can think when that happens is “Gee, I’m glad they haven’t heard some of the things I’ve said!”
We’re all very different creatures, and that’s great, but that means that some of us are going to laugh through our tears, and some are not.
Neither way is wrong.
But as someone who has spent the better part of nearly two decades in some kind of depths of despair, I stand by my humor recommendation.
Laughter has lifted me up when nothing else could, and I plan to keep offering it up as a possible helpful way of dealing with grief.
And yes, I know there’s a time and place for everything, and maybe in some instances, humor isn’t appropriate.
In those times, I will wait until I am by myself and then if I feel like laughing, I’m gonna laugh until it hurts.
I’m a widow.
My person was taken from me.
I won’t let my sense of humor be taken from me as well. — The Snarky Widow
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Thanks Layla. Catching a few minutes of a favorite (now old) sitcom and joyfully laughing even though I’ve heard the lines a dozen times before, has helped me so much during these three years grieving my husband. Plus, I know he also appreciated the show’s humor, so it’s like he’s right there with me. Thanks for sharing. Michèle
Thank you for sharing, Michèle! There have been times when I swear that Bret is right there laughing with me too. As troubled as he was, he had a fantastic sense of humor and made me laugh often. It’s goog to laugh – good ab workout too! 😉