It's very hard to forget & get on with it but it will be much harder to not & to live with regret & the future be lost because nothing can get that time back.

I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. So I do nothing.

I don't like yelling and fighting, and I can't quarrel.

And what of regrets? I shall live with them. I shall accept my regrets as part of my life, to be numbered among my self-inflicted wounds. But I will not endlessly gaze at them. I shall allow the memories to prod me into doing better with those still living. And I shall allow them to sharpen the vision and intensify the hope for that Great Day coming when we can all throw ourselves into each other's arms and say, "I'm sorry.

He made a tearful apology, and that's the first indication I've had from that family that they regret anything that happened.

but the family is fighting back -- brother against brother.