My 48 year old brother was shot to death December 12, 2004. We buried him the week before Christmas. He left behind his 3 grown children, 2 grandchildren, our father, my handicapped brother and me. I am the oldest sibling. He was extremely physically fit, was a black belt expert and the last person we thought we would be burying. Then one night I got the call from his son that he had been shot four times. When we got to the hospital the police wouldn't even let us back there with him. About an hour later we finally found out he had died. The police investigation is still not completely over although the shooter also was shot to death that night. For me this is the second sibling I have buried. My 5 year old brother drowned when I was 8. My mother passed away in 1982 from cancer. She was diagnosed in February and passed away in October. It was a long hard journey with her. I guess I was too young to understand how final death is when my brother of 5 drowned. I had many months to think about mother dying before she passed. It was still very painful, but this is not getting any better even 5 months down the road. We have filed a wrongful death suit and I am my brother's legal representative on behalf of his children. I had to muster up the courage to look at crime scene photos and pictures of gunshot wounds because of the investigation. It isn't any easier for my other brother either. I don't think it ever will be. I am even wondering if we will ever know the entire truth about the incident itself. I am just not able to find peace with this. The pain is unbearable even now. Cindy