For the longest time after his loved one died,

he couldn’t see any colors.  It was as if

life was bereft of good and God.  Then

he remembered seeing things in

color and, in that moment, he

cried the cry of deep

gratitude.  

 

For ever so long, he couldn’t laugh a real

laugh. Then one day right in

the midst of it, he realized

he was laughing a

genuine laugh.  

He didn’t cry.  

He just

enjoyed

the

laugh. 

 

Sometimes, he still gets really sad,

but now he still sees the colors

in the midst of his sadness

and he knows he will

laugh a real

laugh

again. 

 

Just the thought of another really

bad joke sent by e-mail from

the Texas friend who helped

him see the colors

makes him smile

in that very

moment.

 

And once again he is overwhelmed

with gratitude for bad jokes

and the rich colors

of friendship.