To explain further...a couple years ago I really liked a girl in high school and had a great summer with her but she never took it to the next level. Then she left for Arkansas with her family and got knocked up by some loser.
Couple weeks ago I got wisdom teeth taken out and this past Monday I had a feast with two good neighbors/friends whose daughter passed away the same exact time my brother was born. We had dinner at a mexican restaurant on July 26th, the feast date for my name, Seth. Grandpa named me Seth and he died about the same time I was born of cancer.
Sorry I just have to get this off my chest. Everyone has kept their emotions bottled up during my brother's schizophrenia. But I feel hope now.