Last Saturday night, while on the way home from a birthday party, one of my dad’s best friends was shot and killed. He was 57, retired from the police force a number of years. Reportedly, he was trying to fix things with his wife, whom he was separated with for a long time. The woman called, unable to go home for the funeral because she was abroad. “Pakibulong sa patay na mahal ko siya.” (Tell him I love him) We still don’t know who did it. Nobody knew of any enemies or threats. My dad was at the same party, and chillingly, was usually the one he brought home on…