19 December 2017
Dreamt my sweet daddy last night, and man, did we laugh! My daddy could find the funny in anything, and I mean anything, sometimes to the point that Mama’d swat him on the arm and scold, “Hugh! Stop it!”
He often laughed to the point of tears, his capacity for joy and laughter ‘gettin away with him,’ as we say in the South, and more than once, we kids found ourselves laughing to tears right along with him.
What a gift that was, his humor, teaching us the freedom and power of laughter, of seeing the funny in whatever we found around us, that teaching us to laugh, especially at ourselves.
Make art about someone with that capacity for humor, about laughing, about the power of laughter.