Everybody loves a kidder

I don’t have a great memory, but of course I remember him. He was shorter than I had expected when we first met on a blind date, and a lot younger looking, as if his features had not yet caught up with his age. He made me laugh a lot. He was the quintessential joker, nothing was ever serious and everything was a chuckle waiting to happen. Yes, he knew how to make me laugh. He also knew how to make me cry...