laughter

For some reason, my head is full of bells. Bells of laughter, and Kim's head thrown back over the quote 'the times they are a changin.' Teaching high schoolers makes me think of those times. Jealous, almost, of the proud and passionate prose through which they live their lives. I know it's the laughter, the summer roof and chicken fries--the laughter most of all by which he would want to be remembered. And I know that no one will ever make me laugh like that again; what a gift those gutteral gasps were, artfully intertwined in every one of our days. What a gift, as his child, both small and grown, to be always loved and allowed to laugh so loud.