I've known much loss over the years, too much. One is never prepared for it. My mother, my brother, my biological father, all in a matter of 4 years. there has been more, but those 3 took the biggest piece of my heart with them when they left. my mother was the glue of the family, i never realized how much she did till she was gone, my brother was the tough guy who looked over me, even when i didn't think i needed it. my biological father, i finally found him, spoke to him, and lost him 2 weeks later. at least i was able to tell him i loved him, remembered him, and always searched for him. if there is a reason for everything...what is the reason for my brken heart?