Sunday, May 16, 2021

Laughing through difficult times

In spite of the tension and worry last week when I was with my husband at the hospital, I was reminded again that the indomitable human spirit is stronger than fear or sorrow, and will rise up and laugh in the face of the Grim Reaper.

I've seen it at almost every funeral I've attended:  After the ceremony where tears are shed for the dear departed, you'll see friends and relatives gathered in small groups telling stories about the past, chuckling as they recollect good times.  

Cliff's younger brother, Don, died a few years ago; you'd have to have known him to realize what a character he really was.  But there was much laughter at his memorial service as grandchildren, sons, and even the minister told true tales about him that almost had us rolling in the aisles, so to speak.  What risks he took as he proceeded through his wild and crazy life! There was joy amid the tears as we listened. 

During Cliff's two-day stay at the hospital last week, we had quite a few laughs.  He wasn't in pain, so we did a lot of joking and reminiscing as we passed the time together.  On Tuesday his sister Rena came over and the three of us had one of the best visits ever.  The next day, when we learned Cliff would be released as soon as could be arranged, the two of us joked and laughed through those hours of waiting until we finally got to go home.  I never sleep very well at night.  I yawned at one point Cliff suggested I try to take a nap.  "I remember when we both could fit onto a bed this size," he said.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I could fit onto that hospital bed with you," I said.  "Scoot over and we'll see."

I didn't even take off my shoes off; I got on the bed, stretched out, and laid my head on his shoulder.  It was very comforting to me, although at that time I really wasn't troubled anyway.  A male nurse walked in to do something or other and didn't even acknowledge the fact there were two of us in the bed; he just said what he had to say.

Folks, a sense of humor can get you through a lot of life's painful or tedious moments.  It eases the tensions caused by fear.  I don't believe our marriage would have lasted these soon-to-be fifty-five years if it hadn't been for our mutual ability not to take ourselves too seriously, and to laugh our way through hard times.  

We only get one life to live on this earth; we may as well enjoy it.



  1. Thank you for posting Donna. I was afraid I may have lost you when the hacker changed my blog.

  2. Northern AB gal9:45 AM

    Laughter is the best medicine, we need more of it these days!

  3. So glad you two got some giggles in and shared them with others. Well done. Laughter is my go to drug of choice.

  4. Thank goodness he's doing well now. That is such a relief. You have such a wonderful outlook on life and living.

  5. Laughter truly is the best medicine.

  6. so true, I've always thought laughter is the best medicine. I't helps the pain and lightens the load for sure ! Glad Cliff is home and can get some sleep again.

  7. What a wonderful post, Donna, and great attitude about life. I agree 100%! You know, that's probably the worst thing about my godmother's death... there was none of the "coming together", to reminisce about her wonderful life. I think that's so necessary when a death occurs. The time to laugh & cry & share stories is so important to the grieving process...and none of that happened in her case. Thank you for this great blog entry today! ~Andrea xoxo

  8. What a lovely post-full of warmth and wisdom! I've been gone from the internet while on my trip, so I missed this scare with Cliff. I'm delighted that he's out of the hospital and home.

  9. Donna, I’m starting to worry. Hope you and Cliff are ok. I think you’re thinking we don’t want to hear your troubles, but all your friends want to get an update on Cliff and you and your dog and your life.


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