When I lost my wife, my daughters were concerned that I would soon follow. They may have been right, we will never know. I was sending them pictures of meals I cooked. They decided that I needed an Instagram account. I was not in favor of this as I was aware of the toxic atmosphere on Face Book. I accepted their pushing and got an account. I posted breakfast and dinners for a year. I had 60 followers, mostly friends of my daughters. This was not what I expected or needed. So, I continued to post the meals but began doing videos. It just took off.
I had no clue what was happening until my granddaughter Libby texted me and told me I had gone viral. Now a year later, I have lots of followers, and I cannot believe the atmosphere of the web site. I have only had two bad comments. The first said my scrambled eggs looked like crap, which they do. and the second was trying to be funny when I posted the Saturday breakfast that I always made for Martha. He commented that we at least knew what Martha had died from. He apologized many times for that, and I quickly for gave him.
This website has become a home for giving and caring. It is a wonderful thing.
