My older brother paged me (1998) on a Friday afternoon, to told me "always be a good man." Then disappeared for two weeks when his body turned up, dead in an orange grove. Suicide by carbon monoxide. At that point I had never met his girlfriend, Lindsey. Throughout the funeral events and the days after we bonded over him, I was only 12 and my life was destroyed from his loss. A friend of his was a charter fishing captain and knew how my brother and I bonded over fishing. So he took me, lindsey and a few of their friends out to have fun and get everyone's mind off the loss. Later that night when she was driving me home, we were discussing him, and I told her 'when I die and see him again I'm going to kick his ass for doing this to us.' She told me, 'I'll see him first and I'll do it for you.' I interpreted this as she's older than me and would pass away first. She left my house and went to the exact spot where he killed himself, and she took her own life in the same way. I was 12 (now 25), and I was the last person to ever speak to these two while they were alive. You cannot see these things coming, trust me. Do not dwell on it, and even if you do time will help dull the pain.