Sometimes you just need to laugh

Do you ever really laugh about something, then wonder just how appropriate it was to laugh? It seems like the subject of death and dying is talked about much more in our home in the last few months than it ever was before.

Tonight at the dinner table Wil's Mom was asking why she just seemingly can't get any better. It seems to be a daily topic. I told her that one needs to want to live if they want to get better, and then I asked her if she wants to live. She said that she wasn't sure that she really wanted to. She then promptly looked at Wil and said, "did you know that Henry isn't doing very good?" She went on to say, "you know, he could even die before me." Wil looked at her and said, "well, if you can do anything about it, we'd really appreciate if you wouldn't both die at the same time." I simply split out laughing until the tears came! The Mom says, "well maybe we should try and arrange that." Of course then I laughed again. Maybe you just had to be there, I don't know.