It's surreal, we never actually met and yet there's a void where he should be. A missing presence. I had the privilege to beta read a couple of times for him and. The the most recent was the last story he posted. We talked kilts and tartan, the British monarchy for others of the CJverse stories. Laughed together when I told him I was certain I'd met CJ working as a barista at a Starbucks in Jacksonville, FL. Teased one another about being old, he though four months younger than I was still the "Ancient Biker". He knew I have a thing for gingers. He knew when what he'd written would make me cry and respected those tears. Now my tears are for him and the loss I feel.