I lost a friend in 2006, he was murdered.

I was a senseless and random act of violence that has become more common-place today than it was a few years back.

Nothing my friend could have said or done would have made a difference. A single blow to the head with a bat was all it took to take this well- loved 43 year old accountant’s life.

Of course the profile of the murderer was typical. He and his mates were out on a Friday night looking for to create trouble on the streets. They, at only 18 years old, were already known to the law makers.

Murder makes us angry. It’s no longer an accident or an illness that we are seeking to come to terms with. It’s the blatant disregard for life that seems to have poisoned our communities. It’s the theft of a life that had so much more living and laughing to do, and it’s everything and anything that your friendship could’ve been gone forever.

How can we prevent this from happening? How do we come to terms with our losses? How do we support the families who have suffered so badly?

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