Quick-witted and such a delight, Bella had constantly amused him. Darren enjoyed her company, her infectious humour that sparkle. Never a dull moment. Bella found humour in everything, quickly pointing out seagulls at play, children scampering around the playground teasing one another, her cats, chasing imaginary bugs or their shadows.
When he got uptight, she’d hold him and whisper something amusing in his ear inevitably lightening his mood, the dilemma, lessening upon spotting the humourous angle.
Bella’s humour was so constantly, so consistently present, it was like breathing to her. From deep inside, some well known only to her, yet she’d managed it. She’d been through enough chaos, health threats and battles that would have slayed others, yet Bella faced each incident head-on, overcoming each one with grace and dignity.
That she loved him, beyond measure, humbled him to his core. She was his everything. Life without her was unimaginable. For she added the fire, the sizzle, the pizzazz, the humour that made life inexplicably better, brighter, happier.
In these, her final hours, laying still in a hospital bed, she smiled and said, “Never forget, Darren. Life is humour!”