Having a Happy Birthday After a Loved One Dies

September 27th was my birthday. When myof its direction now."
husband left for work he kissed me and said,What an empowering idea! I could take charge of
"Happy Birthday Hon." After three deaths in themy birthday. Maybe I would not have a "Happy
family I did not think I would have a happy day atBirthday" in the ordinary sense of the phrase, but
all. "I'll try," I replied.I could have a productive and meaningful one.
Three deaths are too much. For months I hadHow did I spend the day? I did some of the
been walking around in a fog or thinking about thethings I love most.
basics of life. Who was I? What do I do? Could ICooking is one of my passions. Fall apples had
still do it? Would I be happy again? Danielarrived in the grocery store. I baked some
Goleman, PhD discusses the body's responses toapple-cinnamon muffins. The smell of the baking
happiness in his book, "Emotional Intelligence."muffins was comforting and took me back to
According to Goleman happiness increases activitychildhood. I froze the muffins for another day.
"in a brain center that inhibits negative feelings andDecorating is another passion. We had needed a
fosters an increase in available energy, and abedside table in the guest room for years. I
quieting of those that generate worrisomeordered a table from a catalog store and paid for
thought." Happiness also gives the body a chanceit with credit card points. It was almost like getting
to rest, he says, and generates enthusiasm anda table for free. The table will be delivered next
energy for pursuing our goals.week.
I did not have much energy lately. ThreeVolunteering is also a passion and I volunteer for
succesive deaths had generated hundreds ofhealth organizations. I was working on a nutrition
worrisome thoughts. I was not sleeping well. Theoutreach project. This was the perfect day to
financial and legal paperwork came in faster than Ifinalize details and write the press release -- tasks
could process it. Though I made daily "To Do"that took hours. When my husband returned
lists, at the end of the day the lists were longer,from work he asked, "How are you?"
not shorter."Fine," I said. "I had a productive and meaningful
Since I have been in crisis before I have goodday. I worked on the nutrition project, ordered a
coping skills. I have learned how to care forbedside table, and baked muffins." My husband
myself. Kelly Osmont, MSW writes about self-carewanted to take me out for dinner, but I wanted
in a booklet titled "More Than Surviving: Caring forto stay home. We had an easy supper, clam
Yourself While You Grieve." "Your life ischowder and apple pie a la mode, and went to
important," she writes "To regain a sense ofbed early. I snuggled in my husband's arms,
control over your own life, start by taking chargewhispered "Happy Birthday," and went to sleep.