An Englishman living in the wilds of West Virginia.
After 13 years a soldier and living now on a war pension I left my broken marriage to live with my new love here amongst the mountains.
A beer swilling pagan with too many opinions and a member of that sometime group of intellectuals, Mensa.
I surrendered to a nervous breakdown when my 12 year old daughter died which is one of the reasons I ended up on these shores. Madness has a strange way of changing ones life and I hope this was for the good, if not for me then for those I cherish most.
The future is however our lady the goddess chooses it. I make no more plans and have stopped hoping for that that may never be, satisfied I will get to wherever it is I am going.
My aim now is to relax and enjoy today. If tomorrow chooses not to turn up I wouldn't want to waste today fretting over it.

My passion is ...

paganism

I know too much about ...

real ale

My parents always told me ...

you'll get burned

My childhood ambition ...

to be a soldier

My favorite memory ...

unprintable

Why I write ...

why should just local company suffer?

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

history of the constitution

My first job ...

paperboy

My best moment ...

is yet to come

My inspiration ...

eddie Izzard

Relationships & Family > Grief & Loss Grief: Unique to each, common to all

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I always believed I was a tough solid and stable stiff upper lip type guy. A soldier since I was 16 years old very little could shock me.
Then my daughter died.
My wife and I had just arrived at work when the phone rang. Our son was calling. He couldn't rouse his sister for school. She was turning blue and hanging out of the side of the bed. Paramedics rushed to the house as an operator guided my two sons in CPR. We raced home to the sight of the medics pounding on my daughters chest on the staircase. Both sons were stood watching in horror and shock. Police rushed us behind the ambulance...

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