Words are inadequate in the face of loss, but they are the means through which I will tell you the story of the senseless deaths of three men: Doug Meis, Michael Dahlquist, and John Glick.

Not a mere eulogy, but an often futile attempt to fit the unfathomable into my life while perpetuated forward into a new reality without them.

In some ways, this is what I would have liked their killer to have known about them before she decided to end their lives.

Sadly, my words -- if she should ever lay eyes upon them -- now take the form of a criminal punishment, a penance of memories.