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
Whatever you do to recover from a loss, people will be critical because they believe that the only way to recover is their way. And you will even run into some people who should be run into by rhinos because they actually don’t want to see you get over your tragedy at all; grief is a spectator sport for them. B003ZYELC6 EBOK · Rivers, Joan
