The funeral was fun.
Yes, I said the funeral was fun. The pastor asked if anyone wanted to share something about Grandma. Two of us did -- one of my cousins (who had brought notes) and me. I wasn't sure what I was going to talk about but everyone laughed at a few of my stories.
Laughter should be a requirement at every funeral. It feels so good to laugh at a funeral, to laugh about a memory of the one who died. Laughter is sweeter in sorrow than in any other time. The medicinal benefits of laughter can be physically felt during grief (that's my opinion anyway).
After the funeral there was a lunch provided by the church ladies. It was quite good. But again the thing that felt so good was the laughter we had at the table. My daughter and I sat with my two brothers, a niece, a sister-in-law and my parents. I told them a story about Grandma that was probably a bit shocking but so so funny. The part of the funeral I am going to remember is that laughter, that joy-filled laughter.
My laughter quota was not yet done. That night my parents, my daughter and some relatives went to a local pizza place. My aunt who was with us always makes me laugh. Over the years she has found herself in some very strange situations. I was blessed with more laughter. Oh, that laughter feels great.
When was the last time you laughed?
I mean really laughed?
It depends on who I am around. There are some people who I just find so darn funny. My aunt is one. One of my sisters-in-law is another. One of my cousins can make me laugh. Sometimes my kids can get me laughing -- especially when I am silly with them. What a lovely lovely talent it is to cause people to laugh.
Is there a person in your life who gets you laughing? You need to hang out with that person more.
Or do you get certain people laughing? Hang out with them. They need you!!
I've never thought about it until right now but to seek laughter is a thing worth seeking.
"A joyful heart is good medicine, But a broken spirit dries up the bones." Proverbs 17:22