Even though you know that I am gone, you still desire to rush home to tell me the latest news. Come on and tell me anyway. I'll be waiting, watching, and listening for the excitement in your voice as you share the story of your choice. When you laugh, I will laugh too, the same way we laughed when neither of us cared who thought we looked and sounded foolish. Our loved ones loved watching the exchange of laughter between us. For the laughter between you and me healed us all. Do you recall how we would still away, leaving them folded over, slayed in the wake of our exhaust? Keep laughing and baffling those who wonder why it seems you never laugh alone. I am laughing with you still, even though I am gone.
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