I’m ready to laugh again.
I was at my friend’s family picnic lunch yesterday, and one thing I noticed immediately was there was so much laughter. About silly things, fun things, funny stories, banter between cousins and aunties and uncles and siblings; just so much laughter.
I wanted in on it. But it was really hard.
I still sometimes feel as though, if I’m seen to be having fun, it dishonours my grief for Frith. I feel like I’m not supposed to be having too much fun, or laughing too hard, or playing too silly with the kids.
I feel like I’m a prisoner to my grief, but it’s also mostly self-inflicted.
I still miss Frith every moment of every single day. No one denies that.
I still love Frith with my whole heart, and I ache for him. No one thinks otherwise.
I still wish with my whole heart that he hadn’t left us so young, and that the kids still had him around. Everyone knows that.
But the sadness is eating me up inside. It strips my patience and makes me constantly cranky with the kids; it has taken away my ability to laugh loudly; it denies me a light-hearted conversation about my beautiful husband, because I feel I need to inject some sadness, just so people still know I’m hurting.
You know I am. I know I am. But I’m ready to have some laughs. Frith made us laugh so hard and so often. It’s time to bring those moments of joy back to life.