There is something to be said about humor when there's nothing funny about losing a loved one. I believe it is essential in the grieving process & helps one from going completely off the deep end. My dad, who's lapsing ever deeper into dementia, is the brain storm behind today's blog title. I went to visit him after my mom passed. He missed her but meanwhile dad's lunch came and he commented that mom was working hard in the kitchen & cooking up such delicious food. I just agreed and asked my dad did he remember how much mom LOVED spaghetti. He said he did...
I told him when the hospice nurses would walk into mom's room at shift changes, amazed that they were fortunate to care for their "baby girl" another day, I joked that she wasn't leaving until she made a deal with the Big Man upstairs that heaven would be serving up spaghetti.
I guess that deal was made & mom got what she wanted.
My dad sat back in his big easy chair, smiled and said, "spaghetti in heaven...that sounds like the title of a good book." Oh boy...talk about a light bulb moment! I jump off the bed, kissed my dad on his head and told him he was pure genius. I grabbed what ever piece of paper I could find, wrote down his words and smiled. He had such a gleam in his eye and asked if I was going to write a book. I said, "No, but it's a great title to my blog." He had no idea what a blog was, but he was happy none-the-less.
So, I dedicate this space today to my still brilliant dad and my spaghetti lovin' mom.
Happy (memory making) snapping