um, this sounds awful, but spare the thoprawishes.
he was a bipolar alcoholic, and for years I've lived in fear for my sister's safety. I've driven to Portland on more than one occasion just to check on her.
they were separated, but not divorced. she loved him, and didn't want to divorce him. they worked out living in separate houses.
I knew him for about 20 years. outside of the craziness, he wasn't a bad guy. brilliant, inventive, creative. but dark, unpredictable and prone to violence. I got along with him. the rest of my family didn't. I'm more confused than anything, and the fact that I can't feel anything more than relief for my sister makes me feel a little...dirty? empty? I just don't feel much about his life ending. I'm not surprised.
All I can do is support my sister, but I'm a little ashamed about how little value I put on his life.