Roughly fifteen years ago hubby and I were in Vegas. It was Valentine’s Day, I told him for Valentine’s Day all I had to do was push a button and we would go to Mexico in a couple of weeks, if he said yes. He said yes and we had two trips within a month of each other. One of my favourite Valentine’s Day memories. It’s funny, when I try to recall certain dates, what pops up. The significance of a holiday or special day are not typical. I like remembering feelings, how I felt in a moment. I like recalling stuff that makes me laugh. Stories I can’t say without laughing, even if I am by myself.
The year my dad passed away, he had a colonoscopy. The story he told about this sordid adventure comparing the camera to a car ride was one for the books. He could barely get through the story without erupting with laughter. Deep hard belly laughter, one that makes others laugh without hearing the story, because the laughter is contagious. That makes the world go around people! I choose that as my final memory of my father. I will always choose laughter.
My husband is funny, he always makes me laugh. My kids too, as children and grown. Humour has many forms, but funny real stories, we got plenty. They are repeated enough, they are committed to memory. I try to write them down. The cute funny, the funny ha ha, even the dry, dark and sarcastic stuff, that makes you lose your drink out of your nose! The art of conversation should center around humour. You can’t text animation and emotion like a good old story. That year we went to Vegas, we went to see comedians, something we have implemented every year. Comedy is a happy ending!
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