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quarta-feira, 22 de julho de 2009

R.I.P. Nelson Nogaro (August 4, 1985 - July 18, 2009)

The news.

Drowning shocks family.
Man, 23, found near Wasaga beach.

Relatives of a 23-year-old Toronto man who drowned near Wasaga Beach were too stunned to speak yesterday while police tried to determine the cause of the tragedy.

Nelson Nogaro, 23, was pronounced dead at Collingwood Hospital on Saturday after he was found in the Nottawasaga River at 5:30 p.m. A search started an hour earlier when Nogaro didn't surface from the waters of the river.

"I'm at a loss for words right now, I really don't know what to say," said a devastated family member at Nogaro's North York home.

OPP reported officers were investigating the cause of the drowning, adding there is no evidence of foul play.

Source: Torontosun.com

My deepest condolences goes to the family and friends of Nelson, I did not meet him at all, but I have friends who did, it's always sad to see someone you love go especially if it's a young person....it is a tragic loss. I'm sure where ever he is, his smiling just like he used to do in all his pictures... I'm so very sorry.
I leave here a poem from one of my favorite tv shows, Six Feet Under.

' I depart as air.
I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I bequeath myself to the dirt
To grow from the grass I love.
If you want me again,
Look for me under your boot soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless.
Missing me one place?
Search another.
I stop somewhere,
waiting for you.'

From Six Feet Under 'The Book of Daddy'

domingo, 2 de março de 2008

In memory of Hannah 'Banana' Walker



In memory of Hannah Walker who passed away February 9th, 2008 at Sick Kids Hospital in Toronto just hours before receiving a heart transplant.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

Here's the link if you wish to see a tribute to her made by her father...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35MMUcG6K74&feature=related