Not sure how to start this.

Can't be bothered to be all tip toe-y and delicate about it.

For once I seem to have a half-way decent recent for ignoring everything.

On February 10th my son, Cody, was killed by a drunk driver along with his dad, my ex-husband.

I went back to work yesterday after being off for over a month.

I have ignored emails, texts and phone calls.

I have ignored everything and everyone.

Then I got to work and among the four zillion backed up emails and calender reminders was a reminder to send food to Sixey and Parsley. Remember we did the baby parcel and in it was the food idea of Cody's.

So, Sixey, if you are reading this ... I am sorry.

Now ... one foot in front of the other, breathe in and breathe out.

Life really does go on, unfortunately.