It first started with the loss of my Dad. Two years latter my sister - in -law passed on the same day, October 22nd . We buried her on the same day as dad two yrs. apart. Then I was called to go to my brothers house Oct. 10th 2008. He had remarried and they were having problems. After seeing my sister-in-law out I went inside to try to talk to my brother. We were always close, Our birthdays may have alot to do with that. He was born June 4th. A year after on June 5th I came along. We had the same friends and did alot together as we grew up. October 10th I went back inside and I heard two shots. He had locked himself in the bedroom so I broke through the door. He had shot himself twice in the head. He was still alive and although I tried to keep him here he died in my arms. September of 2010 my mom became ill. She didn't want treatment even though she could have lived. She told me she had more people over there than here after the loss of her only son. We lost mom March 3rd. At least it wasn't October.