Happy Birthday Alexandre; Father's Day

Today would have been my big brother Alexandre's 56th birthday. He was killed by a bus in Montreal when he was 8 years old. He was walking to a store with my grand-mother because he wanted to buy me a Christmas gift. I have always been affected by his death, and I think of him often. To this day I still miss him somehow. He was my big brother. I just can't imagine what my parents went through. Imagine what it would be to kiss your kid good bye and to never see him again. Because of Alex not only do I think of it often, but it may have made me somewhat over protective with my own children.

As I wrote those words I knew that mom would already have a picture on her blog.

I slept in this morning, getting up around 7:45am. Downstairs, a beautiful menu was presented to me, showing me the choices of Father's Day breakfast I could have. I took the special, it was wonderful. I have an amazing family.