My nephew, 18, took his life in the early morning hours of last Saturday. He had problems for years and was unable to come to terms with his demons. There was some intervention over the last few years, but...not enough. My family, my brother, is beyond devastation. There are no words...just a hole in the heart. He asked me two years ago if he could come live with me, have a fresh start. He promised me that he would "be good". I agonized over whether I should let him come to my home or not. In the end I told him no, I couldn't, not with my difficult child so unstable. This will be one of my greatest and most heartbreaking regrets. I know that it might not have changed a thing, but at least I would have tried. I know I let him down and now he's gone. He was a sweet, loving child and young adult and we are having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he is gone.