Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Tears from laughter do more healing than tears from sorrow.
When Jeffrey came for coffee Monday morning he told hubby that his brother-in-law had died on Saturday evening and then, with a smile, told him what had happened.
His wife's sister (a lady in her 40's) and her husband (a man in his 60's) had been separated since last fall and had been talking by phone and considering a reconciliation. Since she lived in NE Arkansas and he in Somewhere, Alabama, they decided to meet in Cleveland, Mississippi to talk things over. After a dose of viagra and 3 continuous hours of "talking", they took a 20 minute rest after which, he died. She proceeded with CPR until the paramedics arrived but nothing could be done to revive him. She told her sister of the horror and embarrassment of having to tell the paramedics what happened, then the police, and then having to also relate the events to a preacher who had been called on her behalf. After she'd told him everything he patted her on the back and said, "Well dear woman, at least he died happy."
That sweet, wonderful, man, a stranger, brought to light what everyone at the scene had been thinking and gave that poor lady a few moments of peace amid the tragedy.