Finding The Humor

Even in the midst of the pain there are the moments of humor.
For instance while correcting what the funeral home had written so that my mother's obituary could be sent out to the papers, I told my daughter we should write, she worked at Sylvania for several years until she told her supervisor to go to hell and they fired her. Which is exactly what happened. But even though it might be an interesting read the constraints of proper society stop us from making such a faux pas. It however is a revelation of who my mother was, a spitfire.
She also used the word friggin alot. She never really swore, it was, friggin or oh sugar when she was upset. I guess oh sugar would have been used for mildly to moderately upset and friggin was used for the more upset she was or to drive a point home. My son noticed in a video I did of her recently, she says to me (referring to my videotaping with the camera) "I don't think you should be frigging around with that." He calls that "classic Gram."
My mother was always concerned that she not get fat, so she would run outside around the school for exercise. At one point I remember her buying a machine. You stood on the machine, put a belt around your hips and turned it on, it was suppose to jiggle the fat away. I'm laughing just writing this. One of her nurses said my mother remarked to her one day, "You must like to cook." The nurse said, "As a matter of fact I do." My mother then said, "I can tell, you have a fat ass." Thank goodness the nurse didn't take offence at it. Mom truly did not usually talk to people that way, I guess the alzheimers and old age got the best of her. She had friends that were overweight so she was not a fatist (my word for those who discriminate against overweight people).
My mother was a true friend. One of her friends got cancer and when she got very ill and was in the process of dying my mother went to her house almost every day, tended her, sat next to her, wiped her brow and held her hand.
She loved carnations, they were her favorite flower. Her favorite movie was Gone With the Wind, I personally think it's because of Clark Gable. She loved Paul Newman, she thought he had the prettiest eyes she had ever seen.
She wasn't a complainer, she always took things in stride, and would bear up under the adversities life brought.
She was always fun to be with, after my Dad died, she and I would go to Moody's diner, get coffee, 1 piece of pie we cut in 2, saved us money and calories, and we would sit there and talk.
I took her to Virginia with me after my father passed away. On the way home we got to Massachusetts and it started snowing, you could tell it was going to be a pretty good snowstorm. She turned, looked at me and said,"I'll give you fifty cents if you get me home safe." I said, "is that all you're worth, fifty cents." She just laughed.
She's home safe now.