My dad died in 2007. Complications linked to heart disease and diabetes, and also as a result of poor healthcare. (A story for later.) He was only 64 years old. I was 27. Our relationship was complicated to say the least, but his death still rocked me.
As a working mother, wife, friend, and the only person who can take care of me, I cannot keep up with, nor do I have time for consuming the already hundreds of mom blogs and Instagram accounts that exist today, let alone another blog. That means I also barely have time to write my own blog posts or manage a blog and Instagram account, but I’m going to do it anyway.