My brother flew off the handle today (Happy Father's Day, anyone?), and is currently sobering up in a jail cell as the cops that arrested him try to figure out how to keep him there and keep us safe, until his ex can find a place to hide out-and the rest of us fly to Ontario. Sound confusing? It is.
I'm exhausted, but I just can't sleep. I'm fearing that my brother is going to show up here and seriously hurt somebody, he was uttering death threats and suicide to my parents, his ex-girlfriend and who knows who else? Nice welcome present to come home to after a great Father's Day dinner and less than 12 hours before I go home.
I spent a couple hours with my mom and his ex talking to the cops, after my dad and I went to pick up his car and I saw him in the back of a police cruiser.
It was the weirdest thing... while packing my parents asked me to take care of my nephew, so I did and I suddenly felt this great burden to pray over my nephew and our home. I called my parents in and without any knowledge of the death threats, suicide, or the fact that my parents had been corresponding with the police, I started to pray a hedge of protection over our home and each of us individually. Afterwards, I find out that the police are on their way over, that my brother has been uttering death threats and suicide for a couple hours and that my dad thought he heard gun shots.
What a night. (and as usual, it takes me many more words to express myself than my mom...sorry for the long posts, guys).