The other day while working on a web site, I had to install countries of the world on a form. While typing each country’s name into the form, I heard someone from the other side making jokes about those country names.
It wasn’t malicious. It was just something designed to make me laugh. And I did. I couldn’t help it. These ghost antics were taking my mind off some very uneasy events in my life. But I needed to work and I told him so. Did he stop? No! He had me laughing until tears were coming from my eyes. And of course, as always, I realized later that I was speaking to him aloud.
Claude heard me laughing and talking, then asked with whom I was speaking. I mentioned that someone on the other side was being comical. He’s used to this type thing from me but I try to be more silent generally. When Claude interrupted the two of us, I asked who the person was, since his voice sounded familiar. He said, “Sister, don’t you know my voice?”
He was always a jokester in life and now in death. My brother can still make me laugh. Humor is something I find wonderful in others and appreciate more with each day. What I am thankful for more is that my brother made me laugh one more time.