I’m a funny gal. Don’t believe me, just ask me. I like to laugh. I don’t think I take things too seriously when they’re meant to be funny.
This week, in “fun” there is a search on for a missing Rooster. I was listening to one of the 10 radio stations I flip between (I like virtually all types of music) and heard a DJ lamenting the loss of her rooster. She asked all the “what if” questions of what she could have done differently to have not had him leave. She mentioned possible sightings of him hitchhiking. She discussed him like he was part of her family. And yet, this wasn’t even a pet she had lost and was really looking for help to find. It was a stupid attempt at humor. And of course a radio promotion used to promote the station and give away some free stuff.
I was bothered by it, and as much as I wanted to laugh it off, I just couldn’t. I didn’t even really want to write about it, knowing people will read and think, “it’s just a joke, lighten up.” But if you know me, you know I laugh easily and am not easily offended. This was just different.
Missing someone you love isn’t funny.
It isn’t a joke. And it’s not okay by me that more people shared the photo of the missing Rooster than shared the photo or news story of Rosemary Day, a young woman missing from our area for two years yesterday. Two years of her family searching, missing, loving, longing. Two years of wondering if they’ll ever see her face again.
Have fun. Laugh. Enjoy life. But remember those who can’t.
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