I read about the death of Bea Arthur today (“Maude”, The Golden Girls”) and it started me thinking about my dad who passed away six years ago next month. I located this scrapbook lay-out that I had done around a favorite picture of him with the kids and thought about the importance of laughter in my life. Many of my favorite memories have to do with laughing along with someone important to me. I don’t know why but the laughter seems to cement the memory. I miss hearing my father laugh.

And I will miss Bea Arthur, too. Thanks, Bea, for delivering so many memorable lines in your own inimitable style. R.I.P.

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