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Laughing in the hospital

No medication will fight off my grandfather’s sense of humor

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I was 15 minutes too early for visiting hours, and I sat in the waiting room tapping away on my smartphone. I was there for the long haul, wanting to be with my grandfather for as long as I possibly could. Although the hospital was the last place I wanted him to spend his 95th birthday, I still brought a birthday card…




Laughing burns calories. Let’s focus on our funny bones together.

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