Yesterday afternoon my daughter (son's widow), two grandsons, and I decided to take our dogs for a walk. It was a warmer than usual day and it felt good to be outside. Well, the dogs (Shitzus) decided our pace was too slow and began to run. The boys burst out laughing with delight as they tried to run with them - and we couldn't help but join in the merriment. It felt so good to feel good for a moment. Of course, immediately afterwards, I felt "how can I laugh and enjoy even a moment, when I have just lost another son to death?" Guilt set in. But then I realize, I am enjoying my son's children just like he used to. So maybe the laughter is an ok thing to feel sometimes...
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