I know I’m expected to be funny. It’s what I do. I’m supposed to dig through the druggery of life and pull out little gems of wisdom and humor.
But what about those times when life just isn’t funny?
My mother is in the hospital tonight, where’s she’s been since last night, fighting a terrible viral infection in her brain. There just isn’t much funny in that.
Maybe tomorrow…or the day after…when she’s on her feet again. Maybe then we can feret out whatever humor might be lurking in the situation. But until that time, I’ll just keep the faith.
Because in my heart of hearts I know she’ll be fine.
And I’m going to hold on to that until she is.
Until the next time…please keep my mom in your thoughts.