Humor.. I got lost on the Instagram Explore Page the other day, laughing so hysterically at ridiculous memes that my roommate’s dog started pawing at me. I think she thought I was crying.
I still feel disloyal sometimes, when I let myself laugh. I still feel, sometimes, like I’ve gone off script. As if there could *be* a script, an idealized way of dealing with loss…
I’m learning to let that go. I’m learning to find pleasure AND sadness AND humor in my days.
Count me in the 43%. And if you’re honest, count yourself too.
I am probably the slowest unpacker in the world, but my house felt a little more complete yesterday. Adrian James Hernandez, welcome to your new home.
Miranda’s Story: Coming Alive Again