Dean I'm still troubled by the murder of my friend Dean back in June.
He was the sweetest guy I've ever met. One of the few people in this world who would actually give you the shirt off his back, the shoes off his feet, the food off his plate, and the money out of his wallet if you needed it.

His wife had left him a year ago and he was down in Portland to talk to her mother about helping him to get his marriage back. Unfortunately he was unaware of the fact that his mother-in-law had recently moved.
No one knows the details of the events leading up to it but at some point a transient stabbed him to death.
Knowing Dean he was probably just trying to help the guy out.
It bothers me that such a violent death should befall such a gentle man.
Hopefully his karmic debt is paid now and he can move on.  ¶ 2:23 p.m.