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alright so there are many reasons why my vacation was teh weirdest fricken vacation EVER but I'm gunna hit the nail on the head with the two very very big reasons and this entry is a tribute to those reasons. Tragically, Ian and Pat have died. Ian died via suicide and Pat got in a car accident. I didnt know Ian, I've probably only met him once. He is one of my sister Jackie's friends and she had talked to him that night. she said everything seemed fine with him. Pat is my other sister Jayne's best friend Nick's little brother. Him I had met a few more times than Ian, but it's weird. I'll never hear new stories about them and I'll never get to go up to them and tell them I like their shirt or go have dinner with them and my sisters, you know? These people I had met only a few times and always thought I'd know them more later I can't now. I guess the only thing I can do now is get to know the people I've met better. I know Ian could have used that. Or maybe I should just concentrate on the people I know very well and take better care of them, which is what might have saved Pat. I'm sorry you guys had to go that way, it wasn't fare, to you or anyone else. Have fun without me.