Winter that year brought a desperate chill and we worried that her last memory would be despairing and so we summoned the clowns and the jokesters, the ones with those contagious laughs and they were with her and infected her with their zany fervor and she laughed and laughed until her breath was gone.
2 Replies to “Humor”
I love it! I can’t think of a better way to go! I imagine her as being quite old and without a doubt, it was her “humor” that sustained her. Perfect!
I like it! Paints a great picture in my mind of grandma!