Uncle Floyd and I at The Uncle Floyd Show in 2011.
As a young kid, I put oranges up my shirt to show off my “big boobs”. That got me into trouble with my father. He laughed but he didn’t like it. I loved the laughter. I couldn’t wait until I could do something else again. Who doesn’t love to be silly and find out that everyone is enjoying you too? My dad loved to laugh too and was very good with a joke or two himself. He had this cool, charismatic way. This charming way and people loved him.
In 2006 he was diagnosed with a very serious illness and life was put on halt for me for a while. He lived for five more years and that time was a challenge for my family. My two kids were little at the time and I was sandwiched with caretaking.
Humor seems to fit with life gets real serious.
I would visit him in the dialysis room of the hospital where he would make me laugh.
“Look at that nutritionist”, he said.
“Where?” I asked.
“Over there, the big one”, he said with a grin.
“Bob!” I said, callng him by his first name and wondering why he was being so rude.
“I know Karen. But she is the nutritionist.” He pointed out, trying to make me laugh at the irony of the situation.
While he joked, he smiled and I did too. I would massage his hands with cream and he loved it. I would get the hot towel, the coffee, the water…I was there for him. Sometimes the procedure would be long but we would pass the time together and laughed about our memories.
His many procedures and operations often left him in these hallucinogenic states. He would say whatever was on his mind. “Meet Jose, he is the janitor here! He mopped my room and next weekend he is coming for a BBQ”, he exclaimed one time.
Another time in the ICU, he asked me why there weren’t any toilets in his room. He became furious and started to scream there “must be toilets in this organization”. When they could not produce the toilet that he wanted he went into the impersonation of Donald Trump from The Apprentice. He would not stop saying and laughing, “You’re fired!” Once we would catch our breath from laughing he would scream you’re “YOUR FIRED” again. It is one of the funniest moment I ever spent with him. In ICU no less. He closed with, “Now get me outta here so we can go home, pick up a nice bottle of wine and go out to dinner.”
I performed my first comedy act in June of 2011 after my father died. I have been studying and performing comedy ever since. Since then I’ve done private shows, opened up for celebrities like Uncle Floyd, other clubs and comedy specials. But my favorite is storytelling that benefits those in need.
Laughter is so healing and it makes the pain of any situation so much better.
I volunteered my time at a cancer center after losing dad and found myself sitting with many patients and families trying to help them through a difficult time. I’d attend the writing workshops and felt like I was with my people. I was not alone. They knew the heartbreak I felt. One day my friend dared me to show up with fake Dolly Parton boobs. A time I will never forget because everyone cracked up so hard. The laughter was so healing.
I have had the pleasure of sharing Laughter and Healing with many different groups, from fitness centers to woman’s organizations, from YMCA’s to wellness groups and more. Let me share with you how laughter can ease your pain and how finding the funny can make any situation better.
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