I, too, come from a family of fellow church laughers. Instead of bowing my head and saying “”Amen,” as everyone before and after me had done at Confirmation, I said “Thank you,” and nodded to the Bishop. My sister, now an ironic sponsor for my Catholic faith, and I burst out laughing and couldn’t stop until mass was over and we were eventually able to let it out fully in the car.
So sorry for your loss. The loss of a mom is a tough thing. I am remember laughing in church and getting the "evil eye" from my mother, only to result in more laughter.
It seems like the most inappropriate times to laugh makes it all the more funnier. Trying to suppress it just drives the intensity 'through the roof'.
I, too, come from a family of fellow church laughers. Instead of bowing my head and saying “”Amen,” as everyone before and after me had done at Confirmation, I said “Thank you,” and nodded to the Bishop. My sister, now an ironic sponsor for my Catholic faith, and I burst out laughing and couldn’t stop until mass was over and we were eventually able to let it out fully in the car.
So sorry for your loss. The loss of a mom is a tough thing. I am remember laughing in church and getting the "evil eye" from my mother, only to result in more laughter.
So sorry for your loss. The loss of a mom is a tough thing.
So sorry for your loss. The loss of a mom is a tough thing.
So sorry for your loss. The loss of a mom is a tough thing.