Christmas day. We had to leave because son was raging, smashing things. It just wasn't safe at the moment. Now wondering if he is okay. We've already forgiven him. Unconditional love. But can he forgive himself enough to stay alive? It's a sad day today. All we ever wanted was peace, a safe place to live. The son. He's not the brother but we are reminded of the brother in the son's actions. Hereditary? Or bad parenting. We will always wonder the degree of our failure.