My mom and I used to call each other just to share funny things we saw or weird thoughts we had, but since my dad died two years ago, every conversation feels like it has to be either about grief or aggressively cheerful updates about our lives. We're both afraid that being silly or light will somehow dishonor his memory or minimize what we've been through.
More people experience this than they realize.
Sorrow has convinced you that laughter would be a betrayal.
“Where Are You with Deserts and arid landscapes?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.