My identical twin , York, (on the left) took his life by carbon monoxide a week before our 19th birthday. Here it is, so many years later, and it is still something I think of from time to time. He was such a sensitive young man, and the circumstances were such that I really did not know how much he was suffering, so was not available to respond a way that might have helped. I still find myself thinking about him when a situation presents itself...watching twins together, seeing "Happy Birthday Brother" cards at the store...that sort of thing. From this event began my search for meaning in my life...nothing made sense to me then. I think about him fondly and sometimes wonder what my life would have been like with him in it....and the sadness wells up like it happened yesterday.