I love that clown, don’t you?
When I think of my friend, Elaine, I think about her smile. Well, really, her grin. She’s a humor writer and looks at everything through that lens. Like a clown. Only better. And so when I look at her, I note her cute grin and how upbeat she is. And also how she always travels with finger puppets. I have one of them. Maybe two. I like to play with them. They make me laugh.
Turns out, her kids have inherited this jester’s persona. And so today, I’m sharing one of my favorite of her posts about leaving a legacy of laughter. If you’re a parent, I’ll bet you can relate. If you aren’t, I’ll bet you can still relate.
Read on, as she tells you all about it:
I made it to my 60s without irritating too many people, and now it’s time to consider what legacy, if any, will remain after I die.
Any leftover money should be spent on a lavish farewell wake and community party. My adult children won’t be inheriting stock portfolios or trunks full of gold. By not having those assets, I’ve saved my heirs from dealing with multiple accountants, estate lawyers, tax attorneys and nefarious scoundrels who will take every dime they inherit. My kids do, however, have a chance to own my treasured collection of wine corks from around the world and several baskets of finger puppets. I hope they won’t fight over them.
My kids already have the best gift I could share: a sense of humor. In a wicked world spewing toxic drama and trauma, they possess the ability to laugh in the face of chaos and READ MORE HERE.