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There are so many things that make me think of you. Daily. Today as I was walking to the station I realised that I am not left with a hole, with a sense of grief, sad that you died; I am left with a sense of happiness, of gladness that you lived. Is it because I have grieved well or is it because you lived magnificently and brought us up to be thankful? I am grateful that we have so many memories and stories. That I see you in so many of the things I do. Your memory lives on when I let the children know that you loved this or would have enjoyed that or even that you would have hated something. When I tell Eliza how proud you would have been of her recent school report. When we talk to Dexter about you and point you out in photos. I love that we have “your beach”. A place we can go as a family to enjoy the seaside and to remember you. I love that I can laugh with you still. Or that I say hello if I see a Robin in the garden. Or I smile at a random white feather fl

I was walking down a road the other day and saw a beautiful garden.  I wanted to stop and congratulate the home owner on its beauty but knew that would be odd.  So I thought wouldn't it be nice if I could drop in a card to say how appreciated their hard work was. Which got me to thinking about the many times I have given people compliments on their outfits, or hair, or the behaviour of their children, the times when I have seen a struggling Mum and wanted to give her some encouragement or high-five a breastfeeding mother.  I thought that it would be great to be able to do all of these things and thus I came up with the idea of The Happiness Project. I got home and designed some cards that I could get printed, with a blank back, and hand out when I wanted to spread the smile. The cards are simple and I hope that people will be able to find this blog or my facebook page and let me know they received the smile.  And I hope that will encourage them to pass it on.  Let