there with him. When he was trying to figure himself out by writing, I was part of that. I was part of him.
I was Billy: Teddy’s friend who was there but had no idea what Teddy was going through. I was the bank customer’s wife: his companion during a time when he needed one the most. I was the woman who forgot her purse in the church: Ken was always looking out for me. I was Cyril Myer: Ken knew I was always with him no matter where he was or what he was doing. I was Caleb’s sister’s friend: a safe place that was there but that was never fully reached. I was Alisa: devoted to him and reliant on him through everything.
Most importantly, I was Chuck. In “Fallout,” Ken put me in the main role. He showed me on a quest to help people and in the end I tried, but failed, to help him. Chuck didn’t know what Felix was going through just as I never knew what Ken was going through.
Kenneth Rines was my best friend. He was a brilliant and intelligent writer and my inspiration to keep writing. I hope his readers will appreciate his stories as I have and I hope his story will touch them in some way. I miss him more everyday and I would give anything to have him back in my life.
-Bryan Batcher
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