Families are on one hand happy, loving things. On the other, they can also be full of conflict, struggles, and trials. Sometimes I get very impatient with mine. I love my husband and kids, but sometimes I get frustrated. Four years ago, a friend lost his wife and two kids in a pedestrian accident with a drunk driver. Every time I think of them, I choke up. I was friends with his wife and with him. They were on again off again for several years and then she played hard to get. She even moved away, I think I heard. Ultimatum time. He decided he couldn't live without her, flew out to see her, and proposed. They married and then had two children who would be the same ages as my oldest two. It sounds like they had a wonderful marriage and enjoyed their kids a ton. It's so hard to understand such suffering that this friend has gone through over the past two years. He's an old friend, so I really have no idea ...