Two years ago: March 14, 2012 my father, my hero has left us to be with God, where there is no more pain, tears, mourning …
Although he was ill for a long time, his death for me was brutal and very early. One says that the pain fades with time and we keep only the good memories. This is true for the good memories but not for the pain …
Hello heaven, dear God, here Debora
How is my dad? 
Does he always keep his affectionate smile?
Is he always this inexhaustible source of wisdom?
Is he still a confidant, the wise man who knows how to listen?
Tell him that we do not forget …
Tell him that I so miss him …
Tell him he will always be my hero …
Far Flying Dreamers 