Your Dying Spouse 479 - Not Very Good At Sad

They say I'm supposed to be depressed, and moving toward having heaven on my mind...transitioning the last two stages of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross' 'stages of dying'.

I'm supposed to be sad that there won't be a 'me' in my world, sometime soon.

Everything hurts, food doesn't taste right (or, often, stay down), and I can't draw a full breath.

I'm supposed to...aw, heck. I've got to stop. Can't keep a straight face.

I'm a total flop at being depressed. I just can't hang on to a blue mood without thinking of a really stupid joke.

Like this...What was Jesus' signature karate move?

Lamb chops!

Or...if Protestants didn't show up until Martin Luther and the Reformation, how could John have been a Baptist?

And it's good to know that Jesus and the Apostles had a big hairy dog following them around, for who hasn't heard of St. John's Newfoundland?

Or...what music did God play when Adam and Eve had a kid?

This.

Geddit? (I told Barb that last one when she came home from work yesterday, and she said, "I'll bet it took you all day to think of that.")

Now, this all may be a character flaw...people around me who are genuinely sad see me as a bit unsympathetic, a bit heartless toward their sorrow.

I should deny that, and come up with a well-reasoned explanation as to why humour is the best bulwark against sorrow, and why...

Wait, want to hear another one?

Why did the cannibal work so hard?

He wanted to get ahead.

I sure hope God's got a sense of humour. Otherwise, I'm toast.

Burnt toast.

And if I'm bad at being depressed, I'm a total fail at being resigned, but more of that anon.

Over to Daniel Boone with Beautiful Sunday. Remember?

Please pardon my slow response to comments. I do my best, and your comments are really precious to me. Barb is answering many of them now. I'm running on fumes, if you don't mind a macho metaphor.

I'm grateful for the energy to have written this. I'm so glad Barbara's stepped in for many of my posts. I'm really not doing well at all.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.

WE MADE A DIFFERENCE!

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