The first time we stand at the grave of someone we loved, we might cry our eyes out. The hundredth time we visit them will look very different.
We may stand in silence, quietly smiling at the thought of what their presence felt like. We may dig through our fondest memories, shaking our head in disbelief that they actually pulled off this one thing. We may even have a lively chat about what happened at work that week. “You should have seen me, Mel. You’d have laughed yourself silly!”
This is the good kind of sad. It’s not the sadness we’re most familiar with, but it’s important to remember it exists. Sadness is not a universally negative emotion. Over time, it can transform. What feels sad-sad now might one day feel good-sad.
There’s a How I Met Your Mother episode in which Marshall holds a BBQ next to his father’s tombstone in order to continue their New Year’s Day tailgating tradition. At first, Marshall is all alone, enjoying some quiet conversation with the ghost of his dad, but then, more and more people show up. “Can I get a hamburger?” “Do you have any more beers?” “Would you mind passing the chips?” Before he knows it, Marshall is hosting a full-on “grillfest,” as we call it in Germany. For a second, he gets annoyed at all the visitors intruding on his space, but then he remembers: Tailgating with his dad was always a party. “The more the merrier,” he’d say — and so does Marshall, handing over the pickles. The good kind of sad.
In The Comfort Book, Matt Haig describes it as “a gentle sadness that almost feels good.” It could be nostalgia or a dream that almost came true. Good-sad is life’s way of reminding us that it is “capable of such warm things,” and that, astonishingly, “we were there to witness them.”
When my uncle died in his sleep at 52 years old, my cousin chose to play See You Again from The Fast and the Furious at his funeral. It was an emotional song to begin with, bidding farewell to Paul Walker, the star of the franchise, who had died in a car crash before the latest installment was finished. But now, to this day, I can’t listen to that song without feeling the cold January air filling that graveyard, warmed by the few perfect rays of sunshine illuminating my uncle’s grave. It’s a complicated feeling for sure, but six years later, it doesn’t just contain grief. There’s also serenity, gratitude, and even a hint of peace. The good kind of sad.
Sadness can only exist where there once was a reason to be happy. Just because that reason is no longer there does not mean the happiness we felt is diminished. Nothing can take those memories from us, so unless we belittle them, present sadness can never tarnish past joy. To the contrary: It makes that joy all the more precious. Sadness is an occasion to cherish what we have lost.
It may take a hundred visits to the graveyard for sad-sad to turn into good-sad, but remember: It is never too late for something good to come from something bad — and every sunrise is a new chance for our emotions to change.