She found writings that Jeff had written stating that if Hitler were a 60-watt bulb, then my mother is a 1,000-watt bulb.
Pam would never, ever give up on him. So many times we felt helpless, but never hopeless.
Pam's comment to me was that she was sleeping with one eye open because she feared him. ... This was not the first time in the history of Jeff's mental illness that Pam feared him.
I was proud of him and the caring he showed.
If I could turn back the clock and change the system, I would beg the courts to ensure that court-ordered, medicated, mentally ill patients receive their medication by supervised injection.