last night at burbank improv.

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after dinner one evening, mom and i took a stroll down san fernando – the main street of downtown burbank.

as i’m holding her hand sipping on my boba tea drink she starts talking..

“no. no. i’m not listening to you. you’re always blaming me! i hate you!!!”

i look at her with this crazy puzzled look on my face.. and i’m like “wha? what the. mom i didn’t say anything. why are you? fighting me?”

“oh oh. i know i know. (laughs and points at a couple sitting on a bench fighting) you see them? i was trying to add dialogue to their fight. i have no idea what they’re saying. but try it, its fun. your dad and i used to do this all the time. we’d walk past people and improvise our own conversation by watching their body language. your dad and i were so good at it – and he used to make me laugh so much with the stuff he came up with! your dad was so silly!”

i just looked at her and nearly cried. I knew these little inside jokes that she shared with my dad mattered so much to her. These little things are what she misses most. She once told me, “without your father’s humor, we wouldn’t have made it this far.” God, I had to pull it together. I needed the strength to make my mother laugh – hoping I could mimic my father’s genius wit.. and apparently I did well. She almost spilled her tea from laughing so hard.

I held her hand tighter. She looks at me and says, “you are your father’s daughter.”

… it’s so much fun taking my mom out on dates. She’s so good at compliments. And I do everything in my power to make her laugh… all the time.

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