My sister used to sing “Desperado” by the Eagles every time she was drunk. I happened to see this phenomenon enough times in my life that the song makes me think of her. Tuesday afternoon I was on my way to mom’s house when that song came on the radio. The grief of her being gone hit me like a ton, then it slowly transformed into happy memories of her singing that song, usually with a wine glass in her hand. Yesterday I was telling my other sister that I had heard “Desperado” on the radio and she smiled and said, “Shell’s drunk song!” Yeah, I miss my sister, but sure am thankful for all of the happy memories.
Sometimes life is about laughing so you don't cry. Other times, it is about laughing so hard that you do.
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