I was born in North Idaho in September, 1969. All of my family still live in that area and my roots are deeply embedded there.

At four, I was diagnosed with Type I diabetes, and lived a pretty secluded life. My health eventually failed, and in 1997 I had to have a kidney/pancreas transplant to continue living. My religious background was pretty sketchy to that point, but after the surgery, my Pagan beliefs finally fell into place. That was also the time I met my dearest love. She flew across the country to meet me when I was still in the hospital; no truer friend could a man ask for. We actually hated each other the first time we met, but that was because of the drugs I had to take. She left after a week, barely able to say a word to each other. Then suddenly, my new organs began rejecting and I had to go back into the hospital. She flew in the next day, and being an R.N., took care of me for nearly six months during my recovery. I was released from hospital care in June of 1997, and moved to Kentucky to live with her in August. We had been happy since that time until she was diagnosed with cancer in November 2000. She passed to the Summerland in February 2001. Now I continue my schooling to obtain an Associates Degree as a Paramedic, a promise I made to her as she let out her last breath.

From here who knows? Nobody but Herne, I guess. I've never broken a promise to m'love, and don't intend to start now.

Herne Protect her & Goddess Bless her, and all who read this as well.