One of our neighbors died yesterday.   Apparently he was sick, but in the end, he fell in the bathroom and hit his head on the tub.  His roommate came in and found him in the bathroom, his dog Watson by his side. Shocking.  Unreal. Unnecessary.  

I don't care how many times a person confronts death - there is no comprehending why one day someone is walking around and laughing and the next day they're gone.  You will never hear their voice again.  You will never see them walking by.  All you can do is recognize the void.  

CJs car and truck are still parked where he left them.  His friends and family are in the process of dealing with their loss and all the aftermath that death throws on the table.  I would say I cannot imagine what they are going through, but unfortunately I know all too well.

We would see CJ and Watson out walking together almost everyday.   

He had a nice laugh.  

I'll miss him.

Rest in peace CJ.