My daughter Josie is the happiest person I know. In fact, whenever someone asks about her, the first thing that comes to mind is to say that she is happy-go-lucky, which always makes the person with whom I am speaking smile. Even the thought of happiness is contagious.
So what makes a person happy? Judging by my daughter I would have to say nothing and everything. For her it is a state of being, a general outlook on life that comes just as naturally as breathing. She is the original happy camper, can always strike a happy medium and has been known to be happy as a clam, even on the darkest of days.
I believe describing someone as being happy is one of the nicest things you can say about a person. That is why, as unhappy as it might sound, I already know what I want inscribed on my gravestone. Yes, right there below my name and birth and death dates I want it to say, “And she lived happily ever after.” Now being agnostic I am not really sure what ‘ever after’ might mean once I am six feet under, but that first part about living happily – those words I really like and hope will make those who read my headstone reflect positively not only on my life (if they knew me) but also their own.
That’s how I want to be known. That is how I want to make people feel. That is how I want to be remembered.
Leslie Lagerstrom’s essay It’s A Boy appears in Mamas Write.
H is for Happy
April 9, 2014 By 3 Comments