Barbara Colangelo, RP, IETP, IARP, DHN
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The Comedy of Life
WE ARE ALL COMEDIANS IN OUR OWN RITE. We laugh at ourselves when we want to crawl into a hole because of our own stupidity. We laugh at our surroundings when we should be screaming our brains out. We laugh when our hearts are so torn to shreds during times of grief. What makes us laugh?
It is our spirit.
If we succumb to our true feelings at the moment where we could crumble, our inner spirit tells us that life is funny. We have all heard the saying "Laugh and the world laughs with you"......blah blah blah!
I, FOR ONE LIKE TO CRY ALONE. I don't like to be around people when I am so emotionally unsettled that I can't hold back my tears. The comedy of crying is that your eyes swell up like a balloon, your face turns beet red and if you wear eye make up, you will immediately look like a Halloween mask. So, what do I do when my emotions are out of control? I will either try to find a remote corner of the universe (in my world, of course), or I try to migrate around the energies that draw me to high spirit and laughter. I will admit, I cry more when happy things are going on. For instance, movies, TV shows, etc. I like happy endings and they make me cry. I cry when I watch reality shows that reunite people with loved ones. I cry when the Angels of Mercy build a house for some poor family who had fallen to rock bottom. The list goes on and on. But I know that they are high energy cries because I feel good inside. I don't feel good about crying like a big baby, but I feel good knowing that someone is making someone happy. That is where the comedy comes in. Then it happens. Someone always says..."are you crying???" I pretend to have a cold, or even sneeze, but they can see right through me. Then they start laughing. Who cares?? How do I know the difference? I tap into my spirit. I am totally guided by my spirit. When I feel the need to laugh so hard that my sides ache, I know that I am in a "soul-lifting" situation. When laughter doesn't feel right, it is because the our spirit is telling us that the subject matter at hand is not in a "soul-lifting" environment and we should back away from it.
WHEN MY SISTER CAROL WAS DYING OF CANCER, I would take her to her Chemo Therapy every week. As I looked around the room at all these poor people who were facing grim futures, my first instinct would be to burst into tears and embrace each and every one of them. I wanted to tell them "I understand what you are feeling. The truth of the matter was that I did not understand. I have my health, and at that point, my future was clear. They didn't have that certainty. All they knew was they were facing a long and hard road ahead. What did I do at that point? I took out my trivia game invited all of them to play. It was amazing how each one of them became cheerful and their facial expressions became enlightened. We were laughing all day. I even told one of them that she was disqualified for speaking out of turn. She pouted her bottom lip and pretended she was crying. So I told the rest of the group to vote on whether she could rejoin the game. We were all laughing at that point. Of course, the group voted her back in and we resumed our game. My sister was making fun of me and told them that I was crazy. I loved our "chemo days". I would bring a new game every time. I feel that laughter is definitely nourishment for the soul. Just seeing those women enjoying a few hours of my time with them gave me a wonderful perspective in my own life and I learned to appreciate my life more.
MY SISTER DIED ON NOVEMBER 4, 2003. To this day, when I want to think of her, I do not dwell on the tragedy of losing her. I think of the comedy of her life. She made so many people laugh. She was a comedian on a daily basis. Even when her life couldn't be any darker, she still managed to keep all of us "crazy" people from getting upset for all the wrong reasons. I am just truly grateful that my spirit allowed me to be with her for her last waking moments on earth. When she died, I felt that she immediately surrounded us with the essence of her wonderful spirit. As we approach the anniversary of her death, I think about how, at this time of the year, she would torment all of the battered Red Sox fans, mainly my poor husband. She would rub his nose in the Road to Yankee Championship. Two years ago, when the Red Sox and the Yankees were in the Pennant race, my husband put a Red Sox hat over the candle dome that I have behind her picture, in which it would cover her as well. I could almost hear her yelling at my husband with a few choice words like "get this (bleeping) hat off my head." Well, she must have had a good laugh over that one because the Red Sox finally won the world series. I will never forget the echo of her voice when the final out was called. I remember going over to her picture and saying "well sister, this one's for you". Again, I could almost hear saying "get lost, loser". Makes me laugh every time. Right now, as I am writing this, she is looking over my shoulder and she is saying, "I'm sorry if I rubbed it in your face when the Yankees won every year. I should have been a lot nicer about it." Then her next words would be "But then again, I hate sticking toothpicks in my eyes, so I guess I had a good reason."
THROUGH MY EXPERIENCE, I have lost many family members. My Father, My Grandmothers, Aunts, Uncles, and of course my Dear Nephew Mikey. (Carol's son). When he died, I thought that it was the worse loss of my life. Until my Sister Died. That is when my heart totally shattered in a million pieces. If it was not for the support of my dear husband and daughter, and the wonderful bond between me and my siblings, my family and friends, I would have not been able to get through it. But I did. It still hurts a lot but we all promised ourselves and each other that we would not dwell on her sickness and how she suffered, but her wonderful legacy she left behind and that is what keeps us going. So, in a sense, it is true what they say. Laughter is the best medicine. It certainly works for me!!!!!!!!!
Dedicated to my Dear Sister Carol who passed away November 4, 2003
Written by
Barbara Ann Colangelo
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