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Laughter in the name of Family

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Most people say that they want to move far and away from their parents when they grow up. They want nothing to do with their brothers and sisters. If it wasn't for the job opportunities, I'd turn myself around and head back home where the laughter is.

Laughter in the name of Family

Family means so much to me. Over the weekends, sometimes I will head back home. The house is a little more empty, as the family dog has passed on this past year- but he's still buried in the backyard and that's just more dignified than wondering where little bit may of ended up if he was cremated. He loved the outdoors and now he is resting peaceful underneath the pine tree that my sister had brought home to bury when she was in kindergarten. Now when I see a stray pup roaming around, I want nothing more than to pick him up and say "surprise!" ...and then see the glare of my moms eyes. She'd kill me. She is comfortable with ol' Albert the amazon parrot she has that squawks his head off when we enter the door.

"Helllooooo. Merry Christmas! ERR err err er er" He is a crazy bird but I can tell that my mom adores old albert.

We would have family movie nights, all of us kids spread out on the floor, soda pop and popcorn in hand. After we jumped a few times during the suspense, the movie was over. Dad would ask us to see how "brave" we were if we ran around the house once. He'd be hiding in the bush and he'd always scare us, but then he would laugh and give us a dollar to being so brave up to the challenge.

Birthdays were always fun= we'd get to pick out what we wanted for our supper, and then we got to choose the kind of cake we wanted. I would get to have a day off from doing chores. The cake was lit, the candles were burning, and I'd make a wish and blow. Wishes are those hopes and dreams that we all hope become true in our lifetime. It's the silly stuff as a kid that you wish would have came true.

Life is much different now.

I am hoping that when I get married, and have children that I can instill in them what my parents taught in us. I am so scared to see all these bullies nowadays. Reminds me of all the ones that bullied me. Sometimes I still have that fear, the one that I am not good enough.

Bullies don't realize the impact they have on others. Maybe bullies never got the chance to have someone hug them and tell them that it's ok, they are a good person. Stop the hating and learn to love one another. We as humans to either love or hate. When it comes down to it all- even bullies need love. They need to have that reassurance that everything will be ok, no matter how different a person may be.

I would like for just one day, one measly day... to not hear so and so did this, did you see what so and so is wearing?

...when we start judging others on the basis of what they were, who is the say what is in their heart?

Learn to love one another, stop the judging. Wouldn't you want to be loved for being just who you are and not what you wear?

I can't change the world, but I wish I could at least change someones heart. You are good enough. You have what it takes to make a difference. Cherish who are you. This is what my mother taught me when I came home crying because of the bullies. I am worth it. I can make a difference. I am strong enough to know that what I have done with my life is true to myself. Maybe each and every one of you find peace- if you see someone down on their luck, give them a heads up. Buy them a sandwich and a drink. It's not too late to change someones heart. There is nothing quite like family; for those that have lost theirs along the way, offer up a hand, give them an ear to listen. We all have life stories to be told.

LPN; Specialty: Skilled geriatric nursing care

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Nice article, especially about the laughter.

There were lots of times we were goofy with snorting, crying laughter.

Thanks for bringing these memories to the fore.

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Thank you. I was surprised to learn that I had gotten 3rd place on this article. My father just passed away on October 9th in his sleep. He was 59 years old. My family is holding on strong as we each start to begin to think about all the stories of my dad and get ready to have his visitation tonight. It's going to be hard- but he's now in the arms of Jesus, where laughter never ceases.

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