mciky

I completely understand this comment, my father died when I was 5 and my mother did when I was 20. I am only 24 now, but I have always found that making jokes and having a light hearted laugh about it is what got me through it all.

For example; when my mother was alive she would ask me to do the dishes, to which I replied, 'what did your last slave die of?' Faster than you can think her reply was 'throat cancer'.

(My father died of throat cancer in '94 and my mother committed suicide in 2010.)

I always found it to be the easiest way to cope, if I didn't laugh, I'd just cry.

(Edit: formatting)

Edit: thank you for the gold

Thank you. Keeping my head held high and my chin up.

We did the same whilst sinking a bottle or two of whiskey, it's the best thing to do.

I've got a Geordie accent and that's as British as it gets when reading.