Mildred Simcox, my wife’s aunt, passed away recently. She’d
suffered the cruel effects of dementia for several years and finally found
relief and release from a life trapped in a mind that faded away. What hurt so
much was the fact that this woman loved to laugh. She taught all of us in her
life that
During the celebration of Mildred’s life, her nieces and
nephews shared stories about her levity. A particular time that brought on
ripples of laughter from family occurred at someone else’s funeral. One account
recalls that shouting began as the spirit moved mourners. Another declares that
Mildred broke out in a smile and then a guffaw after an individual tripped and
fell.
Mildred was like at least one person in every family. She
was prim and proper most of the time, but on occasion, she let down her guard
and allowed her true being to shine. She’d been a school teacher, so God had
granted her “the look,” the one that seared the very soul of the person at whom
it was directed. When something amused Mildred, the teacher façade evaporated,
and a smile, devilish grin and cackle replaced it.
We all could use a bit more laughter in our lives. I don’t
ever laugh at folks who fall because my first concern is whether or not they
are hurt. I’ve also experienced those times when I found myself sprawled on the
ground or at the bottom of a set of steps and never found the situation
particularly funny. I find humor in the things that people say. Expressions can
set me off, and when a person spews ridiculous lies that are beyond belief, I
lose it. Some comedians and a small number of goofy movies can bring on belly
laughs. Those times always help me to realize that life truly is good.
We need to stop taking our lives and our situations so
seriously. Sure, times arise when our attention to events requires our full
concentration, but for the most part, life is just a casual thing. In a few
hours or days or years, the things over which we stress so much will be the
stuff of funny stories or won’t be important enough to remember. When we laugh,
even for a minute, our bodies produce endorphins that relaxes us and allow us
to simply breathe.
Right now, our country is fractured. Folks are divided into
polarized camps and refuse to budge an inch from their beliefs. Our lives are
“hard” because every event becomes another battleground for sides. No one
smiles; instead, we squawk against the stupidity of our opponents. A much more
effective act in those instances would be to consider the absurd contentions
and then laugh loudly at them.
I’ve missed Mildred and her laughter since that vile disease
struck. She became one of the persons whom I most liked in this world. Her
silence will leave me sadder. What this former school teacher, aunt, and friend
leaves behind is the image of a smiling face that reveled in moments of life
and expressed that joy through a hearty laugh. That’s a legacy we could all
wish to leave behind.
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