A weird strain runs through my family. My dads first child died in its sleep 3 months old. Biopsy showed no results. He was a total reck, went insane and tore some walls apart in his apartment. Divorced joined the military and met my mom...
My uncle lost his second child the same way. I'm scared to have any. I don't know if I could handle it. I'd probably end up doing what my dad did.
The doctors think their hearts just stopped beating.
Other then that I cry at most funerals for people in my family, but its usually cause everyone around me is and its hard not to when your surrounded by everyone else crying. Seeing them cry brings up those fond memories to make it worse.
I cried the most I have ever cried at at my uncle's kids funeral, he's my favorite uncle and I had to support him the only way I could :/. I remember hugging him and he was crying over me. Most painful funeral I ever attended.