Two Murders in Lowell
Twenty-three years and two miles apart.
My brother committed suicide in 2000. He was 41. My sister died in 2016 from sepsis after contracting the flu. She was 58. I’ve had moments since their deaths when I wondered if someone cursed our family at some point. I know that’s foolish. I’m not even that superstitious. The thought is a product of sadness, grief, an…
