It was a warm morning and the weather was very nice. I wanted to learn how to roller skate. My dad promised to teach me.

We were skating for an hour or so and I was slowly gettting the hang of it - I still wasn't feeling ready to do a double Lutz and I had to bend my knees when landing a Salchow, but I was very good in Axels. My dad said that I was ready to learn grinding the rails. He jumped on a long one and slided down the staircase to show me how it's done. His overconfidence was his downfall.

Just as he landed, he turned around and didn't see the coming steamroller. It was only a moment. The doctors said they could probably save the head. But knowing how he hated the movies Terminator 3 and Blade Runner, paying the scientists to make him into a cyborg would probably be the last thing he wanted.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Even though it was almost a week ago.

We followed his last will, which was cremating his body and feeding it to pigeons.

So, whenever you see pigeon shit, please think of my dad