Hiking for Mental Health
It was almost one year ago I lost my mother to Triple Negative Breast Cancer and stage four lung cancer. Her battle to this disease was short-lived and she passed away after only 5.5 months of treatment. Growing up as a child, I never knew my father. When I was 18 years old he died of an overdose to drugs and alcohol leaving me feeling like I had never gotten a chance to even ask him if he remembered me, or why he did the things he did, or better yet, care about me. My mother did everything in her power to become both the best mother and father I could have. She did a great job at it even while raising four kids on her own. My Father & I Camping She was my absolute best friend and confidant. Never really growing up in a healthy home, and always having disagreements about my siblings substance abuse issues, she was always the glue that still kept us together as a family. Family was her priority, and she made it clear that no matter what family always came first. W