When is it not okay to laugh at old people?
My 101-year-old mother, for instance.
Should I get serious and tell her she’s slipping away? That she only weighs about 80 lbs.
And when would I tell her? On our way to the golf course?
Or after we get there, when she’s filling her face with a Sunriser Special of sausages, eggs, toast, and extra fries? Maybe while she’s laughing at my jokes, I could just slip it in? Or perhaps later at her 5-star retirement villa, while she’s glued to the Golf Channel.
It has only occurred to me after all these years that she has been the source of my sense of humour. I always knew how to make her laugh.
I don’t know when she’ll stop laughing but until then I’m going to guiltlessly poke fun at old people.
Here’s a link to MOTHER LOVE where you’ll find a guiltless Reece’s piece about my mother.
“Mother Love” supports the launch of a great new novel by Caitlin Hicks: The Theory of Expanded Love.
Please note: you are allowed to laugh with impunity at anything you find at the end of these links.
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