About three months after my husband died I realized I didn’t get his infamous cheesecake recipe. When I talked with a friend about it I apologized and said I should have asked as he was in his final phase of death, “Hey Babe, I know you’re busy dying and all but, if you don’t mind, can you just tell me where I can find the cheesecake recipe? If you’re not sure, just dictate it to me.”
Most would find that sort of humor vulgar so shortly after his passing but what else could I do? I was devastated by the loss but my husband also had a wicked, almost sick sense of humor that I absolutely loved. He would have been proud that I was cracking jokes about his death.
One evening my mother stopped by to visit and had a most serious look on her face. I still was reeling with the news that I was an incest survivor and not feeling so well. To break up the tension she brought into the room I asked, “What’s up Mom? Is this about my inheritance? Do I get a hubcap?”
She was hardly amused. The serious look turned into a scowl. She’s the type that almost looks for ways to be offended so I shouldn’t have been surprised. As it turned out she came by to tell me what’s wrong with me and what I need to do to change my issues. Isn’t that lovely?
Last month my son and I somehow got on the subject of how our lives ought to be a TV show. As soon as he mentioned it, I came up with the cast:
- Brad Pitt would portray my late husband;
- Beyonce would be an accurate portrayal of me;
- Miranda Cosgrove (iCarly) would portray my daughter; and
- Shemar Moore (Criminal Minds) would be my son.
This week, my son is on a roll telling me really good lawyer jokes. His father would be so proud. The one that got my attention this morning: What do lawyers say before they take a picture? Fees.
Laughter is the best medicine and for some reason after I left home for good, my ability to be funny came naturally. It helps to have cousins with an impeccable sense of humor but I’m now realizing it’s because I’m more at peace, ease with myself; hence, I am more able to laugh at myself and the irony of my circumstances. Consequently, I have a much lighter heart.
Thank you Lord for humor. What an awesome blessing.
What are you thankful for today?
Day 2, Washing machine
Day 3, Prayer Room
Day 4, Two HP Printers
Day 5, Great teachers
ABOUT BORICUA CONFIDENTIAL©™
Boricua Confidential chronicles my new life as a single mom of two kids after my husband died from cancer on our son’s seventh birthday. Join me on this journey of change, revival, reformation, discovery and new direction ordered of God. Being a widow ain’t easy, that’s for sure. I refuse to rollover and die. Quite the contrary. I intend to thrive from this crazy life. You can’t keep this woman down. If I’m down, I won’t be for long.
God created me to bounce back. Watch me.