My son is 43. He has spent most of his life behind bars. In fact he told me recently he counted up all the time in jail and prison, it was 19 years and 8 months. I have stood by him through it all. Today he is homeless. My husband won't let him back in the house to live. He was here yesterday to shower and do some laundry. I gave him money when he left. My heart break, just like so many others. I have spent countless hours in therapy. My son's daughter that lived with her other grandparents in another state took her life two years ago, she was 14. My son told me yesterday that he will never have a home. It makes me so sad.