When my husband, Frank, died, suddenly and unexpectedly in the hospital on May 15, he took my joy with him.
To distract myself, people told me to write a post for my blog. But, my blog is supposed to make readers laugh. What’s to laugh about anymore?
Of course I’ve laughed in the past two months. But nothing is as funny as it once was. Or as enjoyable. Or as hopeful.
I have nothing funny to say.
When I do, I’ll be back.