^ One thing that has haunted me since my dad's death a few years ago was learning the story behind the deaths of his siblings almost 60 years ago. I knew that they had died in a barn fire, but it didn't really hit home or sink in until my uncle told about how my dad felt responsible for it(since the siblings were mentally retarded, and he was constantly chasing behind his older brother putting out fires that he would start), and the fact that it happened the day before my dad turned 6. And felt that the small mennonite community held him responsible as well, no wonder my dad was never that close with his family, and it could explain a lot of other aspects of his personality as well. Just thinking about it right now makes me want to weep for that 6 year old celebrating his birthday with half of the family around the table, feeling blamed for why the other half was not there and never would be again.