It doesn't happen here

It doesn't happen in England.

Except it does. 

Early in July, a man walked into our friend Jim's office and fired a sawn-off shotgun at him.  Three weeks later, Jim died in hospital, never having regained consciousness. 

He was possibly the man I admired most of all our friends, being both an engineer and a lawyer.  He was scoiable, intelligent, and fun to be with. He had a good mind and was skilled with his hands, enjoying practical work as much as paperwork. Jim had renovated much of his home by himself, taking years to get things exactly right where many would have bodged and rushed.

He leaves a widow, three young adult children, and a gaping hole in many people's lives.

RIP. 

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