Martine Brennan Tralee Town Park 2012
I never thought I could be happy again after my daughter Hannah died in 2004.
But after some time had passed, I began to want to be happy.
I didn't want to go on living the way I was,
feeling like the walking dead.
I began to yearn for some pleasure in my life....
and I found it!
I call what I learned cultivating happiness.
I wrote about cultivating happiness in my Happiness Book
Now I won't lie to you and say, that I miss Hannah any the less.
Or that I don't still have sad days.
But I can truthfully say that my life today is a rich tapestry.
There is love and laughter now.
There are new hopes and dreams.
That all consuming emptiness is gone.
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