He was killed by an 18 wheeler while crossing the highway about 13 years back. It pretty much ruined my relationship with my family and was that last straw in me leaving my former religion. He was 25 years old. I feel guilty because I never cried or expressed emotion. I wasn't super close to him and this was the 2nd time I experienced death. I still find myself wondering what my life would be like if he was still alive.