I met a man on the internet about 1 year ago. Although we had never met we exchanged pictures and video tapes and talked on the phone every night.

He was planning a trip down here in June. In December he asked me to marry him. Even though I knew I loved him I felt I had to see him in person before June. I made plans to visit him in Febuary. Two days before I was suppose to leave his brother called me. He had passed away last night. They don't know what killed him. He was in relatively good health and he was only 34. They're still waiting for the autopsy report to come

in. His name is James Bagshaw.