I am sitting at lunch with my daughter and her friend and I made a rotten pun. I thought it was funny but the friend looked at me like I had a third eye. My daughter had to explain that punning was a necessary form of language for me.
And then she told her friend that being around Dan and I could be harmful to your funny bone. She told about how Dan and I would have whole conversations in pun. It could go on for hours. But usually one of us had to give up.
I don't know how in the middle of a day Dan pops up. But he does.
I sit here tonight and see Zelda sleeping on the floor and Dan's voice echos in my head--"She is taking the pause that refreshes" Zelda is our blonde cocker spaniel. Get it?
He would call and ask me if Zelda was pausing. I would crack up. Yes, I am easily amused.
But with Dan I was happy just having him around. Having him tell me bad puns and competing with him in that arena was something that made me very happy. It was a small thing. But it was part of Dan and I.
I miss him every day.
There is not a day that goes by that he is not in my thoughts.
And then I come home to see Zelda. And I pause and think of him again.