Oh Barb, how well I know the embarrassment of "misplaced" grief. I was executrix for my beloved aunt and when she pased away we were just in the middle of moving into a new home. I had flown back and forth from Florida to NY three times in that month so I was "whipped" and very concerned about her failing health.
At her funeral services, my girlfriend since forever came to show her respects and we started gabbing and then giggling. The giggle went from a chuckle to down-right laugh out
loud (and I am not a quiet speaker) noises, with tears streaming down both of our cheecks everyone in the funeral parlor just gaped at us. That, of course, just made it funnier. I thought that my daughter was going to come unglued. "Mother are you alright, "she asked. Well that added fuel to the fire because everyone knew I was
NOT alright. We all grieve differently I know but humor during a crisis always seems to do it for me.
I am so happy that we are doing these short stories. Thank you for taking us there and assuming this responsibility.
Short stories are like Jello, you can always find room for more. I printed
LUCK out and will read it when I get back later in the day from a golf outing and a picnic in honor of our veterans, at the Legion.