A Moment in Laughter

Tomorrow is the anniversary of a family friend of mine passing away. Neil was passionate, creative, and absolutely, downright hilarious. He worked hard but always made time for what he loved, which was music. He would play with his band on the weekends in local bars. It was a special treat to go see him play because he made us all feel as if we were the private party of a homegrown rockstar.

I don’t really have the words to describe how much I looked up to him. Not only because he was one of the few people in my life who actively pursued his passion but also because he never took life too seriously. I can distinctly remember that he once severely injured his knee because he was trying to perform a karate move on a filing cabinet. I’m not sure what was funnier: the fact that he did it or the way that he told the story after the fact.

He was one of my biggest role models, and I felt completely lost when he died. I cannot even begin to fathom how his family feels without him now. But I know how I would like to honor him, if I may.

It’s customary to ask for a moment of silence to commemorate the passing of a loved one. But tonight, I’m asking for a moment in laughter. It’s what Neil was best at, making others laugh. And laugh hard. I’m not capable of that level of comedic relief, but I can share with you some of my favorite jokes and puns so that maybe I can procure a chuckle or two in his honor.

So, join me, in my moment of laughter for Neil.

  • What do you call fake spaghetti?

An impasta

  • What happens if you eat yeast and shoe polish?

-You’ll rise and shine!

  • What do you get from a pampered cow?

-Spoiled milk.

  • What happened to the dog that ate the firefly?

-He barked with de-light!

  • Why do fish live in salt water?

-Because pepper makes them sneeze!

  • I don’t trust those stairs because they’re always up to something.
  • Yesterday, I accidentally swallowed some food coloring. The doctor says I’m ok, but I feel like I’ve dyed inside.
  • The roundest knight at King Arthur’s table was Sir Cumference.
  • Novice pirates make terrible singers because they can’t hit the high seas.
  • There was a big paddle sale at the boat store. It was quite an oar deal.

I hope a few of these made you smile. I know that it made Neil smile to hear some laughter in the world. Even for just a moment.

I will end with one of his performances, as I leave you all, dear readers, as he left us: doing what he loved. I do what I love now (writing) because he had the courage to show me how.

Rest easy, my friend. And know that your time here on Earth was nothing short of magical.

In Memoriam

It has been 5 years since my grandfather’s passing. He died a few days before my high school graduation, which I believe was very symbolic, because he was the most intelligent man I know. It was as if he decided that he had nothing left to teach me, and that I had to keep learning on my own. He was one of the largest influences on my writing because he always believed in me. He celebrated and congratulated me on all my work. I miss him more than I can say. In honor of him, I want to repost one of the blogs I dedicated to him. May he always rest in peace.

 

The Man, The Legend

My grandfather was a stately, diplomatic man. He was once mayor of my small town, but always a lover of politics and knowledge. In an age before the internet, he was our Google and our Wikipedia. The dinner table would always fall silent when he would begin to talk about a particular topic. We’d always lean a little closer to hear what gem might spill out.

He was robust in appearance and in life. He was a great man, and an even better grandfather. Not only because he would slip $20 bills into our hands and call it “gas money” before we could drive, but because we respected him and admired him thoroughly.

Except for one thing that irked me. Every time we would leave his house, he would kiss my sister and I directly on the lips. Yes, you read that right: on. the. lips. When I asked my mother for an explanation for this behavior, because I was suddenly 16 and had already been kissed by my Pop-Pop, (oh my god, he might have been my first…) she simply shrugged and said, “It’s always been like that.” So, reluctant to ruffle his well-poised feathers, I puckered up for peck after peck, all the while hoping that I didn’t accidentally linger too long.

Maserati, Please?

But my grandfather was always teaching me something, always helping me to learn and to grow.

And I only recently realized that in this uncomfortable memory was a valuable lesson about love.

He kissed us on the lips because he didn’t want us to be confused about how he felt about us. He refused to give us social “air kisses” as friends might, and thankfully he did not put his tongue down our throat like a romantic partner could (try another blog for that kind of action.) He simply desired to convey his love in an unmistakable manner.

Sure, he could have bought us a Maserati (or two?) to produce the same effect. Such an effort would have eliminated any adult weirdness I may feel about the situation now. But that wasn’t his style and it isn’t mine. His intimacy as a no-nonsense man was meaningful in a way that a new car is not.

The Kicker in the Kisser

And really, when was the last time that YOU showed someone or something that you loved them that much? When was the last time you defied an awkward moment to remind someone that they meant something to you? (I’m looking at you, teenage boys, who hang up the phone without telling your mom you love her when you’re out with your friends.)

And when was the last time you knew how someone felt about you, without any worrying or questioning for hours after about their true feelings?

The problem is that we beat around the bush, tree and lots of other foliage simply to avoid being vulnerable or too personal with others. Days fold in and out and we forget to tell the people who matter most that we appreciate them. That we love them. We don’t think about not being able to see that person who we see everyday. But I assure you, that day will come when you can’t. And you will wish you loved them harder, held them closer and told them what they meant to you. I know I do. I miss my Pop-Pop everyday. Even his kisses.

So, here’s your chance. Get off this blog. And kiss the nearest person to you on the lips. Oh, it’s your mom? Good. She deserves your love the most.

Remember, be candid with your affection and you will never regret anything in this life.