One of us
was working too hard.
The other
was
wobbling
on the ladder
of
memories
on her death-a-versary.
Each of
us
with
our long list
of widow-worries
and widowed woes
showed
up
to help
the
other.
Being together
was
unplanned.
Beyond
what one
might expect,
being together
brought
so.much.laughter.
Roll on the floor
laughter.
Spirits
measured
0% alcohol;
was it
Resilience
who
brought
girl-like giggles
multiplying?
(You know about this, girls!)
no matter
what is said next . . .
in that moment
it is
oh
so
funny!
Tears?
There are
always
tears.
So many tears.
Our
comfort with
each other
allows
all kinds of
weather.
This time
laughter
arrived
as
Gift.
It is
an
understatement
to
say
that
being together
was
medicine for
Three widows
and
Grief.
