His name was Jeff. He was an avid salmon fisherman and bird hunter and father to two children. His wife had an affair and he knew about it.
Their marriage had been on the rocks for several months and he came over to drink beer and talk in my garage.
We bullshitted for hours. Me telling him the most important thing is the kids and that there are a lot of fish in the ocean to find a good woman and it's time to move on and let his wife go.
The next morning he shot his wife sleeping in bed 6 times with his 357 revolver. Reloaded and put one through his skull.
I'll never figure it out.
This was 25 years ago. I got the call from his boy crying for me to come over and the bedroom was something I hope to never see again.
