My boys joined in, and soon the wall was a red dripping mess. We were laughing hysterically yes, even two hours later as they finished scrubbing the wall and cleaning up the floor. Today, I wonder if my two oldest boys are laughing in heaven. I think they must be cooking up all kinds of jokes and games around the throne of God. And as for the rest of us here on earth, I think about how the many hours of laughter we shared with Tim and Steve helped prepare us for their deaths.
Laughter is to life what shock absorbers are to automobiles.
It won t take the potholes out of the road, but it sure makes the ride smoother. When the losses of life became unbearable for me, I coped and learned to move on by cultivating a sense of humor. Later, seeing everything in a humorous light became a way of life to dissolve disappointment. It works every time. There is nothing like a mouthful of laughter.