When Julie told me this, I remembered how I had burst out laughing when Boyfriend said he didn’t want to live with a kid under his roof for another ten years. I remembered the patient who laughed hysterically when her beloved mother died, and another who laughed when he learned that his wife had multiple sclerosis. And then I remembered sobbing in Wendell’s office for entire sessions, the way my patients had and the way Julie had for the past few weeks. This was grief: You laugh. You cry. Repeat.
