Well, my younger brother (Paul) died on January 17th of this year; he was 34 yrs old. I was close to him, we all live around each other we see each other more then most families see each other no one moved far away. He was sleeping, he had sleep apnea, that is what took him from us. He has three beautiful girls. He worked with my father everyday, we all miss him terribly. The pain god it sux, everytime I think of him I loose my breath for a second. He lived across the street from my parents, where we grew up. I have to admit that it is very hard to go there, just going down the street everywhere I look there are memories. Its so hard to even grasp the fact that he will never walk across the street to talk to us or to come for a visit or to work with my dad. Its crazy just crazy. We also lost my sister back in 1996, she died in a car accident, but this time the death of my sibling has affected me so much differently. Its hard to explain. Maybe because I was closer to Paul, so many times I can remember just sitting with him and hanging out not even talking about anything just sitting there. I miss him I miss him everyday a little bit more.