On January 4th, 2001, a 3 year old boy named Alex sleptwalked outside and froze. His older brother, Carter, is in my class. Last week, Carter lost the other one. Alan, Carter's 11 year old brother had a really bad headache. They took him to the hospital, but they said he was fine. And sent him back home. He went to sleep at about 3 in the morning... and never woke up. His funeral was today... it was awful. They brought the casket out, and I could not get it out of my head that his lifeless body was in there. Alan ***** was in there... dead. I couldn't keep it together, I lost all control right then. I started bawling... I felt so horrible for the family. Carter's bday is next friday too... I just didn't know what to say to them. What can you say? It was awful. And that kid was so full of life... He rode his unicycle (yes, a unicycle) past my house every morning on the way to school, we went trick or treating this year together... or rather he followed us. Me and my friend Chey were babysitting, and Alan came along with us. We told everyone that I was the mom, Chey was the dad, the two little ones were our kids... and Alan was our pet leprechaun. lol. I still cant beleive hes gone...