My Dad had a great sense of humor.
I say "had", only because he's dead and it's proper grammar.
Oh he lived what used to be considered a long life; that is thirty years ago. He was seventy- nine when he passed away, sounds nicer than dead, and that is what we would say back in 1986! Gosh, it has been thirty years.
People would say how much they enjoyed him due to his easy going fun loving personality.
But as things went while growing up, during my teen years in public I was foolishly embarrassed by his antics.
Dad did sure know how to get me out that too serious teenager mode, by making me laugh at myself.
Gosh, I miss him.
Wish I had his gift.
The reason I thought about this was due to my Facebook friend who wears many career hats, and one of those is as a stand-up comic. She said to have a sense of humor with handling my MS, and that actually is probably what my Dad would have said.
PS my Dad was smart funny, not goofy! Okay sometimes.
Love to all, be well, peace, and share all those blessings!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!
Working on a better me daily! Well today anyway; one day at a time, okay!