November 1, 2020 was my 53rd birthday. Does anyone even know about All Saints Day? I didn’t until I was 16 and a Catholic told me. She was so happy FOR me. I couldn’t share in her enthusiasm but I nodded and smiled like I always did back then. It really didn’t matter to me what day I was born but it seemed important to her. This birthday was significant for other reasons. This was my first birthday without my father – he passed away November 14, 2019. I know what you are thinking. . .how are you going to laugh about this? I didn’t at first honestly. My husband and I sat at the dining room table and we talked about Daddy. In the end though the funny stories came out. I loved his country accent and all of his quips. I remembered how he taught me that the air smelled “like rain” right before the rain came. Then the rain just started pouring down outside. We had planned to have a quiet day at home anyway so it was perfect. I’ve cried enough I think. I know I will cry some more but I need to laugh and smile more. So here’s a funny Daddy story for you. When cancer was starting to kick his butt and he was having trouble getting out of his recliner, I would scoop him up in my arms and help him stand. One time we both wobbled. He could barely talk but he giggled (GOD I loved his boyish giggle and Elvis smile) and then acted like we were dancing. He is the reason I truly say “we might as well laugh”. If he can laugh at himself, so can I. SO CAN YOU.