Sad Things Can Turn into Silly Things
Today is Silly Saturday and I’m so glad my blogger friend Kebba came up with this topic a few years ago. We all can use a bit of humor and laughter even on sad days. That was the case with my dad back on January 20, 2006. Years back I was in an MSN group and I came across a copy of one of my posts the other day.
I remember this day all too well, we were visiting with dad in the hospital and he asked us to bring his razor up but he had passed away before he could use it. When I was younger, I can still here my mom when we would be getting ready to go out telling my dad he forgot to shave.
While January 20th, 2006 was a sad day, it was also happy. Mom had passed away January 15, 2000 and now they were together forever once again. But I will always smile and remember how silly it was when my mom would tell dad he forgot to shave and we would all laugh. Maybe he didn’t even want to shave. LOL But it looks like he remembered to shave in this picture! I love you dad!!
Do you have something sad but silly that makes you smile?
Lovely memory you shared Martha.It did make me smile.I hope you are doing okay.A very Happy New Year to you
Happy New Year Amrita! I’m finding things that make me smile or even funny things like this are what keep all the memories alive.
It’s always hard to lose a loved one, I often think f my grandparents happy and together again. That does help some.
That’s what keeps me happy about my parents Mystee. My dad was so lost when my mom passed away and when he left 6 years later, we knew that they were finally happily together once again.
It’s always good to laugh even when you are sad. When my grandma was sick with Alzheimer’s we would try to look for the bright spots in our lives. Sometimes we would laugh.
That’s what I did with my mom too Amanda. We would play dominoes but stacking them up and seeing how tall of a tower we could build. She would laugh so hard when it toppled over. Even now remembering that makes me laugh.
Martha, thank you for these memories– how heartwarming! My Dad did something similar. Dad was dying of cancer, and so we would visit with him as he lay in bed at my parents’ home. We would talk about whatever he wanted to talk about. My psychologist sister, Bess, was due to be married 8 months later, in an elegant formal wedding on the Hudson River, in Cold Spring, New York. We knew there was no way Dad would live long enough to see the wedding. But he would carefully go over the details with Bess, asking exactly how she wanted him to dress and participate, what the music and food would be. We talked with him as though he would be there. And I’m sure months later, he was there, in spirit.
Oh how sweet Kebba that dad helped plan the wedding even if just in his mind. Yes I’m sure he was dancing in heaven on her wedding day.
Dad hair stories are funny, whether it’s hair on the face or head. My dad went bald quite early. By the time he was in his mid-20s, he was bald like a billiard ball (not that there are hairy billiard balls, so that’s quite a silly saying). Well, my mom told me that, when she met my dad, he was wearing a toupee. Oh my gosh. Just the idea of my dad having a piece of fake hair on his head was super funny. How did he keep it in place when there was a wind? I have no idea and, even now, the thought of a toupee on my dad’s head is hilarious. My mom told me that she didn’t think that he needed to wear a toupee, that she loved him with or without hair and that bald was just fine.
By the time I came around, he was fine with being bald. More than fine, in fact. When I was a kid, I asked my dad why he was bald. He said that he was so smart that the brains just pushed the hair right out of his head. I immediately went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and saw lots and lots of dark curls.
I obviously have very tiny brains but lots of hair!
Oh Alice, that’s so funny! So is that why there are so many bald men, they are having their brains push the hair? Rich started going bald on the top of his head only and he didn’t take it too well, he kept trying to comb the side hair over it. One day I told him to stop doing that because bald is beautiful.
I feel what you describe is a form of YIN and YANG, “there’s something positive in every negative situation” – in your case there’s something silly in the sadness, which hopefully made your heart a little less heavy.
I try to bring out happy times that bring out the smiles even in sad times Tamara. That’s what I’m working on now with all the memories in my heart.
I loved hearing the story of your dad because they have the best stories. I can still hear some my dad would tell I need to write them down so Charlie has them to share with his kids. As well as stories from David’s parents because his dad now has Dementia before he forgets everyone.
I have so many wonderful memories and stories from both my parents and grandparents. It’s like finding a treasure when one pops up in my head. My mom had Alzheimer’s so I kinda know what you are going through with David’s dad. Hugs!
What a beautiful perspective! Turning sad moments into something silly and lighthearted is such a gift. Loved this uplifting post!
Thanks Jasmine, sometimes by finding something silly or funny, it makes it easier to get through the day.