My Grandmother is 96, and laughs ... a lot.
Laughter for things she can't remember any more.
Laughter for the beautiful absurdity of life.
Laughter for people rushing and fussing.
More often than not, I think of my Mom who continues to smile daily, and so often says when things go wrong, "You might as well laugh than cry."
They're both right.
Be well.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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