My dad had been home in a hospice hospital bed for 17 days.

He hadn’t eaten in 4 and was weaker each day.

But even though he’d awaken for only 30 minutes a day, 5 minutes at a time, he still managed to make the family laugh.

When he asked mom if he was ever going to get better, she told him he just needs to go meet Jesus, to which he replied, “But I already know him.”

He passed two weeks later.

Though nobody laughed that October 2nd, he bequeathed us a giant sense of humor and we all still continue spending it like there’s no tomorrow.