On grief… losing a friend
Losing a friend…
Last month, I recorded a rather unusual video. Very vulnerable and open. Without make-up or lipstick.
Why did I want to make this video?
To tell my story. To reveal myself… and to share.
If you’ve ever attended one of my lectures or workshops, you’ve heard me tell the story of how laughter yoga came into my life. Following a car accident – a “badly wrapped” gift, as I like to say.
You’ve also heard me talk about my friend Manon, with whom I stayed during my weekend training as a laughter yoga facilitator in Montreal. My “dignified” and smiling psychologist friend, a serious and responsible manager. She was the same one who watched me laugh as I showed her how to do the welcoming laugh, and who replied that “you had to be there”!
She didn’t understand the idea of intentional laughter at all, but was nonetheless amused to see me so enthusiastic and bubbly as I explained what we’d done and what I’d experienced on that first day of training.
My beautiful friend Manon died suddenly in her bed at home a few days ago. In secret…
With no response to my calls or texts, I decided to call her cousin to ask if I could leave her something for my friend. And it was she who told me the sad news…
Not only had Manon passed away, but none of her immediate family had access to her contacts, so I didn’t find out until after the funeral.
Phew!
The next day, I had to go to Val David to record a podcast episode with two wonderful people, Laura and William from DoshayogaCommunity.
Laura was concerned about my state of mind and my morale – the news upset me enormously – and suggested postponing the meeting. But knowing that I wouldn’t be available later, I decided to go ahead. In spite of everything.
Now you’ll understand why.
Why did I go?
I’m the one who talks about joy, laughter and good humor.
I share with you some tips to take things with more lightness, benevolence and sparkle!
But grief, mourning and hard knocks are also part of life. For me, as for you, it’s part of my life.
Many people are tempted to put off their emotions for fear of judgment, for fear of not being able to “get back on track”, to get out of the “hole”. When it’s too sad, too difficult, we try to apply a temporary balm so as not to suffer. Some drink, some take pills. Anyway, you know what I mean.
As my university professor used to say… What we resist persists.
I didn’t want to force things and laugh at all costs. No. Instead, I chose to show that it’s possible to keep a cheerful heart despite grief and life’s difficult moments.
While I laughed softly with them, I didn’t think about my great sorrow. I was simply living. And I remembered the joy of having had such a wonderful woman in my life. I would almost say that I felt her presence by my side during those moments in that magical place.
I don’t laugh ALL the time! This week, I’ve been experimenting with tears a lot. And that’s OK! I KNOW my laughter is there… right next to it.
What happened
A few days ago, I suggested an exercise to subscribers to the École newsletter. The blackhead exercise.
As I mourned the loss of this precious friend, someone unknowingly taught me a tremendous lesson.
In her comment to my FB post, she reminded me to think about all that remains, all that is. Not to dwell on what’s missing, what’s gone. I was forgetting her. (Yes! Even I forget sometimes!)
Another did me a lot of good when she said that “the pain of mourning is love that doesn’t know where to go“. As I read it, I began to direct all that love towards her, towards my friend, towards the sky, towards the birds, towards the flowers, towards my family… what’s left. And I felt better.
Tears and laughter
Tears are laughter’s little cousins. They’re very close sometimes! And they’re also part of life.
I’m just like you. I experience challenges, mourning, not-so-easy times. But I know that the sun shines above the clouds and I focus on what is and what remains.
Let’s raise our heads. Let’s look to the sky. Smile lightly. Celebrate what has been and what remains.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my beautiful Manon d’amour. Thank you for the beautiful trace you leave in my life and in our hearts.

Laughter, joy and health
Linda
