We laughed until we cried great oceans of tears great gulps of air inhaled so we could breath tissues used for nose and eyes our chests and sides ached from the effort of laughter through sobs.
Judy Roney February 9, 2009
I laugh as you ride away on your Harley behind your uncle and wave at me. Is this what it would be like to have a son alive and following his day out the gate behind his father. You look back and wave again. I smile and wave, then when you are out of sight my laughter turns to tears yet again I have mixed the two of you.