I’ve written quite a lot about joy. About how important it is to take joy when you find it, to never feel guilty about that joy. I also found, in the depths of my despair, how uplifting laughter can be.
I love to laugh. And I probably laugh louder now than I did before my losses, before I discovered what grief was. I try to control my laughter in public. But when I’m at home, I love to laugh uproariously at something I read, hear, say, watch, do, etc. It feels good. And in those first days, weeks and months of grief, any laughter was life-saving. So laugh.
And just for a treat, my favourite TV ad at the moment. It makes me cry and laugh.
Laugh with me! (After all, I'm resigned to the fact that I'll never win Lotto).