Monday, May 21, 2012
You had me at the rabbit ears, Hugh
Today, I feature Hugh Francis Richardson. How do you not love this guy with his rabbit ears and happy face? He had me at the rabbit ears.
Hugh must have been a hoot--look...he's the "World's Greatest Backward Driver." I love that. You know he announced that title every time he piled the family in the car and put it in reverse. I can see the kids cheering from the backseat now. And his wife, rolling her eyes and clucking her teeth at his silliness.
I think what I love most is his kids. I can only guess, but I'm thinking Dawn volunteered to write the obit for her dad. And she apparently picked up her sense of humor from him. Well played, Dawn. Well played.
I love people who can celebrate the fun in the lives of those that they have lost. How cool is that that Dawn and her family chose to remember the fun her dad was and not all that serious "and he is preceded in death by...." junk. I hope that in my darkest hour of grief that I, too, can find it in me to remember and honor the fun in the one that I am grieving. I like that there is this new angle on obituaries and funerals that encourage us to laugh in our celebration of the deceased.
But why do I think nobody is gonna let me near the "send" key when it comes time to submit a family obituary?