My family has a horrible history at the moment of having family members die either on their birthday or some one else's. March 3rd will mark two years since my mom's dad had a stroke/seizure on his birthday, we say he "died" that day because he never recovered and passed away on the 6th. It's tough right now because their anniversary just past and its tough to go to my grandmas now. I am always looking for him, two years later I still run to where the computer is and think I will find him there. I didn't have this much trouble when I lost my other grandpa, but finding this to be harder and with time it gets worse for not only me but my dad. There is also that I wish so badly he could come back for 5 minutes just to see me, how I look now that I have lost over 100lb. He swore I never would get the $50 for losing 50lb in his lifetime, I was 4 pounds short when he passed. I kick myself to this day for not going to their 65th anniversary party, but I had the flu. I know he sees me, but I wish he could be here and seeing me. March just sucks in the death sense. My great uncle passed the same day as my grandpa two years ago..hours apart, his wife died on my birthday 3 weeks later after they both passed, my aunt and uncle's cocker spaniel spent his final day on my birthday 4 years ago and put him to sleep the following day. (I miss that dog so much) Just having a rough time...thanks for reading.