I've always wanted to consider myself an artist, whether I really am or not. I've had many moments where I was able to make a decent living at it. I love Film, Photography, Painting, Writing, Poetry Mostly and Composing Music. I was just starting to do freelance work again when all of this tragity happened. Now I am a widower and single father, which as of now seems to be the only thing that does define me. I used to be very silly and wild. Love comedy and laughter. Loud Music. My constant, only goal was to find true love. I finally did. And then on the morning of June 8th, 2016 it was ripped from me. Beth died in her sleep from a sudden Heart attack. I went to go wake her as she was now running late for work, and would not awaken. I knew right away as her lips were starting to become blueish, her arms were cold, I would have to face my main, only, biggest fear. To lose my soul mate way too soon. More than half of me was gone with her as well. All I can do now is muster up the strengh to be the greatest father I can to little Penny, our love child.