This morning I heard the birds singing in the trees across our house. It caught my attention because, I don’t remember seeing or hearing bunch of birds in October in Edmonton!
Then, something heartbreaking happened: I heard a big “boom” against the living room window and saw about five birds making a lot of noise around a lying bird. I went out and this is what I saw…
Poor bird, I couldn’t rescue him, He was instantly dead 😦
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? Â 
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 