My coworker, JP Larkin, passed away this morning in hospital. In the end, the injuries sustained by his organs from the impact were too much for his body to handle. One of the New Dawn guys ran out the door crying as I got into work, I was told by someone else that it was only a matter of time. I had rather hoped that JP was going to pull through, so this all comes as a bit of a shock.

I'm sitting here at work, and every so often I have to remind myself not to cry: I didn't know JP that well; don't choke in front of the guys. I know his aunt Sylvia and his father Paul a little better, and it's them I feel the most bad for. JP was only 31, and was Paul's eldest son. There are only 10 people in this office on a full day, and the fact that even one of us could be plucked from the mortal realm by such a senseless and indecent act reminds me that we're all made with a built-in expiry date. It's just a matter of when. What will it be that gets me? A heart attack when I'm 60? Will I step between my wife and a mugger with a gun when I'm 30? Will I electrocute myself with a faulty appliance? Or maybe some dumbass will run me over on my way home from work today... and maybe then he'll ditch mommy and daddy's car and hop a plane back to Asia, and never face justice for killing a me and one of my friends, or for causing so many good people so much pain...

It turns my stomach. It makes me sad for the Larkin family and makes me sick at humanity. I don't know where this person is, but I have only the worst wishes for them because of their horrible crime. I can't ask for JP to pull through anymore, so all I can do is pray that justice shall be served... though I doubt it will be.