January 17 is a hard day for me. And my family.
35 years ago my dad died. Big heart attack. I was 10.
He was 48. He left a family of 5 kids and mum.
I still miss him.
Today teaches me:
Life is too damn short, so don't take it seriously!
It's ok to skid into the customer service seat at Medicare feeling like a lottery winner, because your number came up, (yipee!) only to discover that it's not actually your number!!! To turn around and discover your husband bent double giggling like a school girl!!! actually that was pretty funny…
…see I'm better already!
