Ha Ha Ha

I have been in the habit of greeting my mother and my old sponsor Kenner every morning to start off my Quiet Time.  It has been a helpful way to ease into and through the pain of their loss.  My loss actually.  The sting of the deaths has ebbed but I soldier on with the good mornings.  I wonder how long I'll do this? 

Anyway, I was worrying about something stupid this morning and I thought of all the times I'd call Ken and tell him what was on my mind.  He never judged; he never gave advice; he laughed a lot.  Uproariously.  He was a silly guy with a big belly laugh, almost shouting.  So I'd come up with something stupid and he'd laugh and laugh and laugh.  I got the point.  I think I started to make stuff up just to hear him laugh.

I'm not going to say what I'm worrying about today. I can hear him in my mind's eye, laughing and laughing.