Since I was a little girl I've heard people in my family say we're cursed. It's just one of those things that's become a family joke. In the last week I've begun to agree with them more than ever.
I've cried, prayed, lay awake thinking horrible things, bored people to death with what's happened and then snapped at people at work when they've decided to throw in their own opinions on areas they know nothing about.
I don't wish to share with you yet what's happened, merely to apologise for my absence. The praying failed but we're all alive. For that I am grateful.