Hi everyone,

There is no easy way to say what I am going to tell you, but after you read this please give your kids a great big hug.

Yesterday morning I got a phone call from ethan's school asking me to call e's uncle. Patrick's brother. They didn't know what it was about only to say it was urgent. I called their house. Patrick's mother answered the phone. She was crying, and then out of it came two words I never thought I would hear, Patrick's Dead. I asked her what happened thinking maybe she meant he was in hospital or something. She said he had an ear ache on sunday night and never woke up. She went in to wake him up and he wasn't responding. I told her i would call her back as I was standing in the middle of greensborough Plaza. What ws going on, it couldn't be true, how was I going to tell ethan that his dad was dead.

I ran to Shannon's work were we called them back and they told us the same thing. they were waiting on the coroner to pick up the body. I said I would call once I had told Ethan.

Shannon and I walked into that school with the heaviest of hearts, because no one loved their dad like ethan did. How do you tell a 10 year old that their dad is gone. He knew something was up when he walked in but god love him he assumed somethingwas wrong with the twins. When we said no you could see he was even more worried. The denial kicked in, screaming, not wanting to be touched and then the tears. I have never cried so much in my life. My little boy was broken.

So we won't be around much at the moment. Between driving back and forth from Whittlesea. Sorry if the spelling is poor. Typing while you are crying is very hard. I will be in touch soon,

love lauren