The hardest thing I ever had to do

My family struggles with addiction! We've all self medicated to avoid dealing with the woes in our lives and it has inhibited us from living for far too long. My oldest Brother left straight from graduation and moved accross the contry to CA. We spoke with him often and he seemed to be doing so incredibly well. He was a succesful business owner and had what seemed to be a great life. Over the years he lost everything and each phone call it was obvious he had a drinking problem that caused him to become a non-functioning alcoholic. He finally got public assistance to come back to NY via a bus in August of last year. We were all happy to have him home because he was the "good one" the one that was going to amount to something and the one we all wanted to be like. He moved in with my elderly Father in a 2 room apartment and although he seemed to avidly be searching for work my Dad finally told me he was drunk all the time and couldn't make the interviews or he was hired until one on one interviews because he was an obvious alcoholic. One day my Dad calls me crying and hysterical saying "I think he's dead he fell through the coffee table" After broken ribs and staples to the head he just checked himself out of the hospital and went back to Dad's couch. My other 2 Brother's are scattered, one thinks of himself and although he would slip Dad money here and there that was all the help h was willing to give. My other Brother is in just as bad a shape but lives 4 hours away so all he can do is feed off of Brother #1's problems as a reson to drink himself. The final straw came when Dad called and again hysterical said my Brother took a header off the stairs and the ambulance was taking him away. My Dad lives in a secured disabled housing unit and my Brother was supposed to be there helping him because Dad just got out of the hospital with heart troubles. I went to Dad's and found out a neighbor gave my Brother "some Money" we don't know how much and the first thing he did was buy vodka. He didn't try and conserve it instead he drank so much he couldn't walk. I made my Dad stay home and met the ambulance at the hospital. The EMT and I spoke and he informed me that the information he had was that my Brother was prone to siezures and that was his problem. I asked if he truly believed that and he said it is obvious he was drinking. I went in and spoke with the nurses and Doctor's and explained that my Brother has a serious problem and he desperately needs help. They told me detox is volentary and until his alcohol level gets below 100 they can'y ask him. His alcohol level apon addmittance was 300. I pleaded with the nurse to explain that if my 40 year old Brother chooses anything other than detox he has no place to go because he is not welcome back at Dad's. I called and checked on him throughout the nightand I actually spoke with him at one point and explained that I had to protect Dad and if that meant protecting him from his own son that was exactly what I was prepared to do. I even had Dad call and tell him himself not to return. Dad and I spent a sleepless night worried my Brother was going to be out in the cold in the middle of the night only to find out he spent the entire night passed out in the emergency room without a care in the world. I went and picked up my Dad so he didn't have to face my Brother because my Father has never turned his back on his children and I had to convince him that he was hurting my Brother not helping him to allow him back in. We were forcing his hand and it is his dicision to sink or swim. We didn't make the decision for him to drink but he is forcing us to deal with it and it is selfish and unfair. My Brother managed, somehow to get back in Dad's apartment and set out to forget the entire incident and even though Dad was risking eviction keeping him there he was functioning srtictly on id and wasn't budging. I called him and informed him he had until 6pm to get his stuff togather and get out or I will have the Police escort him out. He informed me it was none of my business and I can't controll him like I controll everyone else. I was enraged because I am the one everyone turns to when they need money, help a place to sleep and if that's being considered controlling then stop calling. Anyway I wound up calling him more than a few choice words and 6 months worth of buil up spewed out in this phone call. My Dad had to handle the rest of the phone calls at that point because I couldn't trust myself not to make it worse. We ate dinner, I called all the family I could think of and told them what was going on and they had to do what they thought was best and some flat out dissagreed with how I handled the situation and I told them they are welcome to have him sleep on their couch...no one did. At 6 o'clock I packed my Dad in the car and we took him home. My Brother had gotten a hold of more vodka and was passed out on the couch oblivious when we arrived. I picked up the phone and called the Police. They explained that because of the length of time he had been there I had to evict him unless he was combative they could'nt force him to leave. I asked if they could come any way and I set out to make him combative. I kicked the couch and told him the Police were on the way and get his stuff and leave. He was so wasted he just swayed back and forth. The Police got there and I explained that as far as my Brother knew they were there to remove him so play along. As cruel as I come off I knew that the Police would find him emergency housing for the night so I knew he wouldn't be out on the streets so I thought this was the smartest move in forcing him to help himself. If he was arrested we could have filed a pettition at Family Court forcing him into a Rehab. The Police left my Brother left and I absolutely lost it. Who was I to decide what my Brother had to do. I know I was protecting Dad but at who's expence. I had plenty of room at my house but I don't want my kids involved in the drama nor do I think it would have helped. My Brother got kicked out of his emergency housing and broke into my Father's apartment 3 times that night. The Police didn't arrest him instead they put him in a different hotel where he finally passed out battered and bruised from falling in the parking lot no less than 4 times. My Husband checked on him multiple times the next day and brought him food but my Brother somehow managed another 1/2 gallon of vodka and spent day 2 oblivious. My husband spoke with the hotel owner and she told him inless my Brother goes to Social Services she will not get paid for his stay but she didn't have the heart to throw him out so we assured her she would get paid and thanked her beyond belief. Day 3 when my husband got to the hotel my Brother was gone the owner thought to DSS. My husband found him still blurry eyed sitting in the waiting room brought him orange juice and a bagel and explained that he didn't like the way I handled things but that he needs help and I thought he quite simply had to be forced to get it. That same morning Dad called and asked if I could help him clean his apartment and while I was there my Brother called and asked for the rest of his things so I tried to hurry up to avoid any confrontation but he showed up before I could leave. I waited in the hall and he gave my Dad a big hug and kiss and then flipped me off. He had a caseworker waiting for him and that was the last we saw or heard from him more than a week ago. I truly hope he is OK and that he's getting the help he needs but I am so incredibly angry that he is blaming the whole thing on me. I did a lot of soul searching and I feel so guilty and sad. If my Brother gets sober but never speaks to me again how will I feel? If he stays drunk and kills himself ..what then. I am so sorry that I had to be the one to force his hand and angry and resentful that my entire family left me holding the bag.