24 years ago today my eldest brother attended the Liverpool v Nottingham Forest football match held at Hillsborough stadium. 96 football fans lost their lives that day. I was on holiday at the time and, in those days before mobile phones, I spent a frantic few minutes trying to find a payphone to call my parents and check for news of him. Thankfully he was safe.
12 years ago my youngest brother was driving into New York City when he saw what looked like smoke billowing from a tower and stopped to take a photo. It was 11th September 2001.
And now today another tragedy is unfolding in Boston. At the finishing line of the Boston marathon two explosions have caused carnage, with some fatalities and many severe injuries. And once again, a family member was there. Or should have been, had it not been for his hangover from a party the night before, my cousin would have been there at the finishing line - as planned - cheering the runners on.
I don't know what it all means but somehow it seems crazy. Three major disasters and somehow we've been lucky. Somehow we have missed disaster by a hair's breadth when so many others haven't.
My thoughts tonight are with the people of Boston and the families who haven't been as lucky.