It's okay to laugh at a
exaggeration to say my entire extended family has ADD, but a
considerable subset of them are characterized by talking too fast,
being oblivious, and the resultant combinatorial effect of these
things: saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
My ex-girlfriend Katherine (who most of you have at least heard of) was
gracious enough to come to my mom's funeral even though she was still
recovering from surgery following her cancer-necessitated
hysterectomy. With a still-sore and swollen midsection, she was
hanging in there through the visitation preceding the mass (my mom was
Catholic). Kat and I were talking about how she was feeling since
I hadn't seen her since I visited her in the hospital almost a week
earlier. She's talking about how "puffy" her stomach is still
when my cousin Peggy walks up and says hello. I introduce
Katherine to her as "my Best Woman," which she served as at my wedding
Dani's nowhere around at the moment, probably at the front of the
church tending to my Aunt Mildred or visiting with other relatives, but
Peggy's heard the news about Dani's pregnancy from countless family
members by this point (i.e., we're 21 weeks along just then). The
moment she walks up is when Kat's saying she can't get over how "puffy"
she feels. Peggy pats Kat's stomach and says, "It's only going to
Admittedly, Katherine's wearing glasses that day for the first time
around me since, I don't know, 1995? Just like Dani does in some
of the pictures of her that Peggy's probably seen. Katherine just
had her hair cut to about Dani's length. And the
larger-than-average midsection for both of them at the same time?
Life hands you comedy in the middle of tragedies if you're willing to
look for it. It's okay to laugh at a funeral because that's
probably when you most need to.