My friend, Leah, had come to visit and to stay a few nights. We have known each other since our teenage years. She is a widow as well. After a couple of brandies we were laughing uproariously at the old times. How her husband and my husband got on so well, and we went hiking together over the mountains each year. What fun we had! What laughter! It was the reminiscing that caused me to say, “I haven’t laughed so much since my husband died”.
Yes, I know that Leah’s husband died on the same day as my husband. There is no controlling fate. It was one of those weird ironies of life that occurred: two friends dying on the same day. Yes, they were both independently rich – we know that. And yes – we did each receive a substantial handout from their estates. Not that we really needed it. Leah works as a forensic scientist, and I have my own pharmacy. Still, who are we to say “No!” to a substantial fortune?
I agree. The coming into a considerable amount of money could indeed be construed as a laughing matter. But that doesn’t mean to say I laughed when my husband died. Nor did Leah laugh when her husband passed away on the same day. There was little to laugh about. On that very day Leah and I discovered that our husbands had been lovers for years. Who knew? Their deceit was unforgiveable. Our reaction was spontaneous. It is only now that Leah and I have recovered. We are planning to go together on a Mediterranean cruise. We intend to celebrate their passing in no small way. And yes indeed! There is much for us to laugh about.
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