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--Barbara Seaman |
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Over the years, my son developed a habit of helping me through the bad days with
doses of humor.
Once I was slumped on the couch with a heating pad behind my back. As usual, the pad had slipped so that I was half sitting on it. Derek walked by, did a double take and said, “What’s going on here? Rump roast?”
I didn’t realize how much his comic routine helped until he grew up and moved away. At first I sat around on bad days like a lump of gloom, wishing he would walk in the door and say something funny.
Fortunately, he began sending regular doses by
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