Many many years ago, when I was one and a half years old, I had a brother who was three. He had red hair and a bright smile (I've seen the pictures) and a curious nature. Inexplicably, he slipped from everyone's sight one day and fell into the river and drowned.
The resulting silent implosion in my family led to generations of pain and guilt and alcoholism and silence. Each parent, each sibling, suffering in guilty silence, and locking away their emotional selves from those that need it.
The silence solves nothing folks, take it from me, it solves nothing.