At the shiva, I still was able to laugh, but Melissa went deeper into her shell, which profoundly upset me. She was appalled by my telling jokes just hours after Edgar’s funeral. Where were my tears? Her response was a refusal to be with the people. What she didn’t understand was that my feelings were so overwhelming that I was able to deal with them only in the way that I had always dealt with pain: by laughing through my tears. B003ZYELC6 EBOK · Rivers, Joan
