When my dad went into hospice care in March of 2020 we began what would become almost an entire year of storytelling and laughing in between the more rotten moments of family drama and pain. I played some of his favorite comedy albums while he laughed so hard I thought he was going to die from choking on his own spit. That scared me at first, but I realized it would be a hell of a way to die. We laughed until the end.
One of my brothers died earlier this year and I thought I would never laugh again. Then I found myself at the sale of my house and I had a room full of strangers laughing at some stories I was sharing--that’s when I decided I wanted to learn how to do that on purpose. It’s something I have always done naturally., but to learn to do this on purpose is something else.
When my dad went into hospice care in March of 2020 we began what would become almost an entire year of storytelling and laughing in between the more rotten moments of family drama and pain. I played some of his favorite comedy albums while he laughed so hard I thought he was going to die from choking on his own spit. That scared me at first, but I realized it would be a hell of a way to die. We laughed until the end.
One of my brothers died earlier this year and I thought I would never laugh again. Then I found myself at the sale of my house and I had a room full of strangers laughing at some stories I was sharing--that’s when I decided I wanted to learn how to do that on purpose. It’s something I have always done naturally., but to learn to do this on purpose is something else.